We marvel as the seasons change each year
When poets rush to spill their colored ink
Though each has much to offer, it's quite clear,
For me, I like to watch the autumn prink
When leaves begin to change, she gently weeps
Soft tears of fall, that stain her leafy frill
She toils to leave her mark before she sleeps
As death draws near her breath takes on a chill
Rust colored needles scatter in the wind
Which leaves the pines a darker shade of green
The trees, half naked, somehow seem to blend
Until their nakedness becomes obscene
Though spring has beauty, I prefer the fall
I like to think spring takes a curtain call.
Daniel Turner
11/10/2023
Categories:
prink, autumn, change,
Form: Sonnet
I DECIDED
Roy Mokoena
Making a final decision may be so hard,
living a doubtful life should be a discard.
Brains in the mind, I am able to think,
Smiling my heart out, it is time to prink.
My journey - I'll travel with confidence,
So my future is beyond my cognisance.
My battles are always fought with spears,
and never will I cry myself out to tears.
The decision that I have made,
a pure light that will never fade.
The smell of deodorant on my shirt,
All ladies are looking up for a flirt.
But I have decided, I have decided!
And by His mercy, I will be responded!
Categories:
prink, age, art, beautiful, bible,
Form: Bio
A sunset, pixilated, colored RGB,
a virtual bit world envelops me.
Watch .gif waves break upon a gravel beach,
in endless patterned loop Mew glide and screech.
Each click leads to another, yet unplanned,
connected all by fiber optic band.
As users pass with only offered tweet,
hash tag emoticons, each is so sweet.
Sound in MP3 and addictive chat,
all input loads in digital format.
Adrift in the world, internet my link,
a dance of keyboard in a hi-tech prink.
No further need of bio world to be,
just digital internal cache of me.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
1/9/16
Categories:
prink, introspection, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.
As I opened my eyes in a stink I stunk
and I started to think and thank till thunk.
Life beginning to sink, it sank till sunk.
I was feeling the fink; a fank with funk.
With my money going clink and clank till clunk,
I was poor to a plink of a plank gone plunk.
When I thought of a link I had linked till lunk,
come as fast as a mink of a mink gone munk.
And I started to write in an ink gone unk,
just to write down a story in the pink gone punk.
Then I started to slink and slank till slunk,
all from writing a story of kink and kunk.
Just afraid of an ending that I'd flink and flunk
as if out on the rink to rank my runk.
All to make me a trink of a trank to trunk.
I was rich in a prink of a prank gone prunk.
Categories:
prink, creation, children, kids, fun,
Form: Monorhyme
Love is unconditional, but promises are not
When love is not requited such are promises, forgot
Vows deferred as if uncertain sounds of rhetoric
Seems times and seasons, rhymes and reasons were only shtick
Yet the desire deferred only proves a heart to be sick
A mind that is fainting in a soul that's lunatic
Losing hope of the joy set before in the beginning
Manifest language and deeds that touch with sinning
A sane man is now a man of Gadarenes dinning
A bewildered woman fearful, pressured, and chinning
Left him, reverse double standards, giving little
For blind love, great trust, a fool with no requital
Forgiving but not forgetting there's no aquittal
Once he understood, now she will just belittle
Whittle by whittle mind and heart, no longer hoodwink
Love, awry, uncovers overlooked faults and sins we prink
Forethink, count the full cost without haste, do not jink
Humiliation, love demanded's no love, doublethink
When promises are kept, human love wants its lot
For promises are conditional, but true love is not
Categories:
prink, forgiveness, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme