Good friend, fear thee not! For chemical bliss,
Awaits in their smile, their laughter, their kiss …
Your future? Intoxicating. There is naught you shall miss.
You spent too much time to set this day right, to organize
But why will you not listen to me and realize...
Your friend is here to womanize!!
Now let us not pretend this short poem is a Victorian
Nor act as if I am a poet, prophet or historian;
But my friend, more than one emperor was betrayed by his praetorian.
Mind you not the fell dagger plunged deep in your back,
Or the guile and the wit of the siren attack.
Proceed as you must. Haste now! No alack!
2.29.2020
Written for "Occasional" contest, sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Engagement theme
Categories:
praetorian, betrayal, engagement, fate, first
Form: Verse
Having grown up with Sarah Seraphin and, Tristen Temple
Toddlers at Saint Nicks preparatory praetorian school of fine arts
Precocious, their quasi's trice musketeers quid pro quo ? His prodigies.
Categories:
praetorian, angel, art, baby, love,
Form: I do not know?
Debauched, extortionate and inconstant
was the knavish and foul mercenary?
The perfidious praetorian reprobate
was a venal unscrupulous slug.
Debased in character and depraved in spirit
this purveyor of evil tended to his wicked ways.
Morally spoiled, he was a putrid putrescent
and an aberration to integrity.
Nefarious and tainted in character,
he infected the soul.
Treacherous and two-faced,
underhanded and unethical,
debased and unprincipled,
this snide poor excuse to humanity
defined the meaning of "corruption."
Categories:
praetorian, angst, introspection, life, on
Form: Narrative