N-ew
E-arliness
S-hines
T-o
Y-our
P-lace
A-s
I-lluminate
N-ature
A-nd
G-low
A-ppear
Topic: Birthday of Nesty Painaga (September 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
nesty, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Suffer In Silence
Many today are lost in a maze
Getting caught in a purple haze
Wake up late to one of those days
Inside we hide behind four walls that bind
Yet we are still being crafted in an elegant design
Cold wretched hearts beating alone tonight
Having no fond love but that's still their right
It's heaven to Betsy like lock Nest With Nesty
Yet all of life is not a party
We need something to set us all free
While we live out our lives in a land of make believe
Laugh a lot with light and love
Thank the good Lord out of heaven above
We tend to sweep things underneath the rug
When all of the while God wanted to give us a great big hug
But be grateful for what you have in this life
Amidst the bitter cold silence
Amidst the bitter violence
Still it all comes down to choice
Some need to be locked in a padded room
Others have been taken from us way to soon
Still there will never be another one quite like you
These are your marching orders to tell us what to do
Categories:
nesty, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse
On the day Tarit marched off to war,
he embraced fair Vekka, pledging fealty,
as her little sister Genki made faces and
tugged at Vekka’s skirts, jealous.
Genki, with her stick limbs and sticky lips
and scabby elbows and nesty hair,
hooted as Tarit trotted
to catch up with his regiment,
and chased after him, waving her snotty hanky,
till her short legs tired
And when death’s racket clamored no more
and Tarit returned to his beloved Vekka,
he found her clasped in another man’s arms,
with a toddler in tow,
and whitewashed fences all around
Tarit took the pendant he’d worn
through seven years of carnage–
a wedding ring for his betrothed–
and untied it from its cord
and slipped it onto a scraggly branch
of the rose bush by the gate,
noting naught but thorns
And as he turned away from the house of his beloved,
he beheld a sprout fruitioned,
and when Genki took the ring from the roses
and slipped it on her finger,
Tarit clasped her hand and brought her close,
and nestled his face in her well-combed hair
Categories:
nesty, growing up, little sister,
Form: Free verse