A monorhyme is just a crime they despair
Their hat won’t doff “cat sat on a mat” affair
From the off they will scoff it’s got no flair
No not sublime they chime our nightmare
Snare all Pam Ayres heirs and try to scare
Stare at the fare then flare the pages tear
How very dare you from your pedants chair
Must be unfair have a big dig from their lair
Rare to wind me up unless you are Tony Blair
Don’t ensnare but spare this pastime I share
Views from pews can air but just don’t care
Will swear don’t be f**king clucking square
It’s not the tortoise more poise like the hare
Supercilious ploys make me bilious go spare
Hey nonny no.. love the bonny flow so there!
ninny nonny noose
with a neck inside
stretchy stretchy stretch
and the witch she died
golly, gallows in a gully
hanging hung in such a hurry
spell a spell a spell did she
with a bucket boiling full of tea
with which the witch survived
never never died
ninny nonny noose
no neck inside!
All the neon lights at sight
Wont fill the void in your bed
Im the void
All your marxisms stand corrected
The anarchists rejected
Will your sullen doctrines console you at nignt?
Weather the storms , joan
Cannot withstand solitude?
But The buendías can
Recall your faze , your pop culture phase
Modern artists , french new wave
Our youth was a maze
Albeit as not as bleak as our present
The Scandinavian weathercasts that daily swallow us
You were never a Hamlet , Orpheus
I was never an Eurydice ,
but rather an Ophelia
Hey nonny , nonny
I spread the flowers on my grave
They way i always did since birth
The sun also rises but im eclipsing
Elapsing
Collapsing
Help me ,Hemingway
Where do our saviors vanish
When we dont ask to be left be ?
Sigh no more- by William Shakespeare
Original one ...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never,
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be your blith and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe,
Into hey nonny, nonny
Sigh no more ditties, sigh no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leavy,
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be your blith and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe,
Into hey nonny, nonny
Kimo form - 10/7/6 written by me , inspired by , poem 'Sigh no more' by William Shakespeare
Men known for inevitable beguile,
Why lament for betrayal ?
Don't ever lose your sheen !
O girl set your emotions to repress,
Let go of him rather grieve,
Retain alluring been !
Inconstant affections keep them going,
Why take delude to your heart,
Girl ! it's in their nature !
Written on 2/7/14
Contest- Prose vs poetry and classics
Sponsor- Jerry T Curtis
Awarded 3rd place
(A duet with Jay Nonny Kariuki)
Charles…
I saw her smile, and felt the beam,
Catching the smile, in the stillness of the room,
She kept a smile, in the face of doom
And brought a smile to wipe the bloom!
Jacqueline…
He felt my heart, it skipped a beat,
How it would hurt, if we would meet,
Coz when he’d glance, my heart would dance,
In epic stance, I would just cause,
A stare at me, and kiss goodbye!
Charles…
She brought a smile, in the darkness of his life,
And made a mile, which made him fly
Away to the Nile, to make a plea
To the goddess of love, that kept a smile.
Jacqueline…
With the passing of time, I feel so fine,
We don’t waste a dime, but we wine and dine
I want some time, with a man so fine
In the blink of time, he may be mine…
Rest eternally,
You’ve touched my soul with your heart,
My peaceful angel.
A terrifying ordeal,
Not only is my mentor gone,
My lovely Rosie,
No longer does this grandmother’s;
Heart beat,
Tears have flooded my evenings,
Heartache captures my soul,
Day by day,
Improve,
Update letters,
Left at the proper sight,
Whilst time of daylight,
Quells the pain within,
My medium moves me,
To succeed and move on,
Achieve all that my Nonny,
Would have desired me to,
So I push onward toward my dreams,
I no longer feel the need to scream.
Summertime,
The living is lovely,
Gnoochi with Nonny,
Fresh dough,
Kneaded,
Love,
Needed,
For every step,
Chef caps adorn our crowns,
It’s a lovely afternoon,
Rich in tradition is our recipe,
Love is how it is conjured,
How I miss our days,
Of gnoochi and storytelling,
Memories are all that's left.
The gracious have met with death,
The vile have never returned,
To speak with those of the past life,
I may never hear from her,
However I do indeed speak to her,
In words, in mind, in love,
With the woman I called Nonny.
It seems as if you are slipping further-
Further from life day by day
Your skin ages faster by the second,
Morphing to a pale shade of canary.
I cannot imagine you leaving me,
Though the truth becomes crystallized
Potentially fermenting into fact-
Any second now.
When all others cast me aside-
You sheltered and soothed me
I wretch in anguish that I cannot-
Trade my life in for yours.
This disease gnaws on your insides
It rips apart all health and well being,
Leaving you in a shambled state
How can I reclaim your vigor?
7,8,9,
Pass me the tiles one more time.
And I shall pray.
You always called me
the love of your life
I wish I could give my heartbeats to you,
I wish I could give you my healthier joints,
You are my Amore,
You are my hope,
I want to be there,
I pray to be there,
I only want to care for you,
to be your guide in time of greatest need,
I have been crude,
I have been rude,
I despise that-
I do,
I want heaping piles of love for you,
flowers of light and health,
I want to quell your pain and anguish,
To wrap your unnoticed wounds,
I love you Nonny,
you are my every heartbeat,
you are the one angel-
through my life.
OH - nonny, NO - nonny
Nicholas Goalsworthy
Promised again to
Renounce alcohol.
Characteristically
Incomprehensible,
Muttering epithets,
Cursing the wall.
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