My pen cascades it's ink here and now,
Leaving stains on my pad, silently i assign my words,
Carefully in a filthy aura, they might be candied than
Thaumatin, yet as biting as lime, very monotonous
And exhausting.
Perseverance please!, it's not my fault.
Let fault be found to the wicked, who are never guilty
Of their licenticiousness and that's why my pen is on a hike
Traipsing about to rebuke the vicious.
If i were you, profligacy would be a consequence.
Perpetrators of the ordinance along with the
Muggers of mutual estate, to them it would
Be a remorseful dilemma.
If i were you, this couldn't be what we're,
Impoverished, philistinism, unpaid time off and
Antiquated. I wish i were you, you couldn't be
What you're doing, nefarious crooker, larcenous,
Deceitful and shameless, still they don't get
Why if i were them.
I wish i had that crown on my head,
It doesn't matter whether it would fit me or not
But it would definitely suit me, to hold the treasure
Fishy enough it's neither mine nor yours,
It belongs to them.
Categories:
profligacy, africa, corruption, courage, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
SPOUTING INKGASM
Time heals, season reveals,
It invigorates artistry & obliterates skills.
Profligacy of time mops up a beautiful mess,
saturated on the ageless smile of my empress.
But just like the simple touch on the nipples
that dabbles reasoning in sweet sequels,
and invites esctasy-like stimulation,
so your embodiment beguils my imagination;
extricating syntax from my indelible pen,
and causing a flow of inkgasm now & then.
VIck Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes/The dizain.
Copyright ©? 5th April, 2023.
Categories:
profligacy, 1st grade, writing,
Form: Dizain
John Frederick of the Lewis dynasty
profligacy his legacy
obsessive detail&useof gouache
so making viewers teeth knash
Categories:
profligacy, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
FIGURATIVE FINGERTIPS
a talent
to dabble
with
profligacy
in different styles
brilliant&
fluent
subtle&
muted palette
phase
of the
immediate
liberated
in a
suggestive
genre
an attractive
template
flitting between
subjects
never alighting
with a
tendency to
marginalise
artistic
encounters
&
to manipulate
scenery
of substance
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Categories:
profligacy, poetry,
Form: Other
Selfish Sir had a certain profligacy
To take advantage of plebians like me,
His pompous tastes were exquisite.
He drained us on each visit.
We had to eliminate him as a guest, you see.
Categories:
profligacy, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Limerick
Poverty seems like a repellent stuck on the poor
Whose only fault lies in owning no property or asset to parade
Among wealth admirers and worshippers to whom poverty seems dour
In contexts where ostentatious display of wealth cuts the grade
That profligacy and extravagance attract
Robbing the poor of the dignity glitter
As though on purpose fleas of poverty they contract
Dumping ugliness on the poor on whom fruits of affluence litter
Dwindling humanness and affection which wealth simpleton conflate
Into little human worth and warmth
Where spooks of poverty deflate
In proportion to the increase in affluence sloth
Sown, grown and thrown with utter scorn
To belittle
Abject poverty misguided affluence thinkers warn
Amounting to little less than spittle
Poverty peels off humbug and complacency
Exposing deeper layers of flawed humanity
Denuded of perspicacity and sagacity
Sometimes concealed in the deficit of humility
That often mars circles of affluence
Where possession seems to epitomise human dignity
Mistakenly regarded as diluted influence
The poor exert in extolling human unity shorn of wealth affinity and motility.
Categories:
profligacy, poems,
Form: Free verse
meditation to the one who comes to us in the periods of deception
who removes the baselessness in us and drags the profligacy
who pervades the whole world- no right or wrong he says- no good or bad he explains
who aspires for sustenance and longivity of all those alive
who appears out of nothingness and dissolves in yet another nothingness
who dwells in the soul we nourish
Categories:
profligacy, prayer,
Form: I do not know?
Profligacy a primary constituency of the damned
Given this then what is the propensity of the lamb?
Climb out of the wool and drop it over another's eyes
Why give deference or a damn about another's cries?
He who cares not about a fellow man
Shall in turn care not about his own plan
The heart will rot and fall apart
Before things even begin to get a start
Ruinous greed and hate made bow before the sullied king
Get then what you deserve, oh as powerful evil rings
Through an angels voice I can hear him sing
Deceiver alive and truly cavorting in wild carnal flings
Choose instead to give deference to the cries
Help the other lambs and eliminate the lies
In your heart and your soul you will then know
King of Kings unsullied and all hearts will glow
Categories:
profligacy, faith, people, uplifting, heart,
Form: Rhyme
You have the most capricious personality.
You are a woman who is unpredictable and flighty.
When it comes to resources, you display profligacy.
There seems to be contempt whenever you see me.
However, that is nothing to your irascibility.
There is something I now know with great certainty.
It is all over. You are not the right one for me.
I can easily see that you have inexplicably changed.
In a short time, you have become unstable and deranged.
You have driven me to the brink with the way you treat me.
Anyone can see that your behavior is unequivocally,
the most concrete definition of cruelty.
For being the ultimate example of a virago,
I have no alternative but to let you go.
I want you to know that I have taken all I can.
I will allow you to become a problem to another man.
Categories:
profligacy, sad
Form: Rhyme
And as she gazed down upon the writhing creatures below, the very thought she had so
strongly opposed, for a split second, was her own.
"Would it really be such a bad thing,
to toss a boulder off this wall?
To be the one who stopped the suffering?
To finally put an end to it all?
The pestilence, the poverty,
The larceny, the lying,
The mourning, the misery,
The destitution, the dying.
Would it really be such a bad thing,
to toss a boulder off this wall?
To be the one who stopped the crying?
To be the one to end it all?
The pain, the profligacy
The rape, the rotting,
The vindictive, the vulgarity
The sorrow, the suffering
Would it really be such a bad thing,
to toss a boulder off this wall?
To watch in horror knowing,
I was the one to end it all...
The candor, the complexity,
The laughter, the loving,
The smiles, the sincerity,
The life, the living.
Would it really be such a bad thing,
to toss a boulder off this wall?
To watch in horror knowing...
I was the one who let it fall...
To be the one to create
The Silence..."
Categories:
profligacy, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Lo! Death resides atop that lofty hill
Expanse of Donn, the ruling god of death.
With eponymic marble monoliths-
Desideratum prodigality.
Profligacy! A lifeless lavishness
Which doesn’t make a damn difference
To the conquering worm. Your loftiness
In life, that once encompassing delight,
Is pallid, ghostly in your present stead.
Your measured qualifications decreased
In spite of your chiseled artifices.
Alas! Piteous mortuus somes
Your heighten tombs on top that highest mound
May be as close to heaven you may get.
Categories:
profligacy, death
Form: Prose Poetry
Sycophancy they celebrate
Insolvency they worship
Profligacy they cherish
Grandiosity they love.
Impudence remains a force
To reckon with
Indolence rewarded
Amidst pomp and pageantry
Intolerance to dissent
Views became the hallmark
Thesis plagiarizing became licit
Academic placid legitimatised
Megabyte prowling encouraged
Supersonic pillaging sanctioned
Persecution became acceptable
Intimidation remains excusable
Exploitation officially allowable
All these only during the
Dark days of an “Ifa priest”
With the so called magic wand
In the garden of life
Christen U and I.
Categories:
profligacy, education, life, people,
Form: I do not know?