Nine Inch Nails play Handel’s Messiah
Gauguin paints Guernica bare chested
war poets fall in love with what never was
a Gingko tree blossoms at Hiroshima’s swords
into ploughshares condor legions into peace doves
cacophony synaesthesia proverbially composed
Categories:
proverbially, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
My mother and I were close like mother a cat and her kitten
She was the most loving person, I knew those many years ago
My mother and I were close-even friends rather than trends
She was my personal tutor, and I her persistently loyal student in a home
(that could only change buildings. At any time regardless of any dimes
even at our prime times.
Whenever times were difficult, and Father was absent from the house
I always had someone to whom I could turn any time without ever
proverbially getting trapped or burned-never a feeling of permanent
helplessness during any troubling messes or lacks of answers
Always a source of comfort and moral support she was always convenient-
Father and cat were helpful too, but one was worked most days even when
the days were wet and gray and the other spoke not a word of English
but still helped me feel better- Mom was always there for me!
Categories:
proverbially, 12th grade, best friend,
Form: Free verse
Hidden treasures in my mind...
Cherished memories with you.
Some are easier to find
Mapped out on a print of blue.
Others are harder to recall
Although they are retained.
Despite this, I still love them all...
Inside my head - contained.
Maps that I have drawn of past
Co-ordinates and places.
Either lost or made to last...
The good times and their faces.
Along my way of life's journey
We met some way, somehow.
This, I dig proverbially
Revealed inside the now.
There's still more life for us to live
So join me with said spade
And let us make the time we give
Unearth more than we've made.
Categories:
proverbially, appreciation, memory,
Form: Rhyme
silence can be
proverbially golden
when cracks appear
patina can seal the fissures
and cradle what is left
once speechless bubbles
make reason and sense
until the arbiter of emotion
glows from the dark
peace emerges
from quietude and honesty
as alchemy turns falseness
into precious verdicts
little birds start talking to a rainbow
in between picking at the worms
of time and growth
the albatross is set free
Categories:
proverbially, conflict,
Form: Free verse
The political storm is gathering
Election fever is at its highest pitch
As Nigerians head to the polls
To exercise their franchise
In the mother of all elections
The most crucial ever
Since the birthing of uninterrupted
Democracy in our dear father land
This would be an election like no other
Coming at a time Nigerians
Have their backs to the walls
Victims of unmitigated misery
Kidnapping, banditry and general insecurity
Victims of multi-dimensional poverty
In the midst of affluence
Proverbially living near the river
But washing their hands daily with spittle
The time of reckoning is here
Chickens have finally come home to roost
A Daniel has come to judgment
This is the time for Nigerians
To speak with one voice
That would echo and re-echo
For a long time to come
Categories:
proverbially, allusion, encouraging, evil, grief,
Form: Free verse
If at first you don't succeed
..try sucking something smaller than a seed
A change would make the rest good
Our company is known by the people we keep kept
passed all things, it me its a m, ust
putting commas wherre i w, ant
adding extra r's
all
swell that end swell swell
your longs
take a breadth
hold it a second sec
i am the exception to every rool
Britannia andy's seem to be causing waves
Do you think the rich have a bet going
on that they can get anyone into seats of power
C.mon president Kermit
Maybe we were corrupt before the power got us
lets turn this u
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I'd always wish but carefully
i gave my horse a gift
i could D--------------------------------Johnson the boat
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i have four arms you have been four warned
I do not have a great mind
but i kinda like it
it goes without saying
now is this because there are no words for it
or does a gesture become an action
Nothing new under the sun
this one i like
Out Of site Out Of
mind your step
i think this is your exit
Categories:
proverbially, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Terror reigns as fire from the sky
Signals more civilian patriots will die,
Even as seasoned diplomats feebly try
Putin’s in charge, and he’s not a nice guy.
Proverbially, someday in hell … he’ll fry,
When Righteousness hears Ukrainians cry
We cannot think Good will simply pass by
Accepting the tyrant’s despicable alibi,
Is he on some crazy narcissistic high?
No one supports him, certainly not I,
Perhaps a slash up high on his thigh
Would give him more than reason to sigh,
How could nations have believed his lie?
Shall we wring our hands, Me-Oh-My?
Must do more than drain his economy dry
Europe will be appearing in his targets nigh,
I'd pay an assassin to tell Putin bye-bye!
written March 4, 2022
Categories:
proverbially, how i feel, political,
Form: Monorhyme
The unruly mob beat me to death
In the dank filthy street,
Before the scaffolding had its chance
To snap my whiskered neck
Beneath the bone crushing force
- Of the proverbially,
(But still most certainly)
No less than lethal
Terminal velocity...Lucky me!
It was a real load off
My overactive imagination:
Finally, some good news for a change!
...I didn't even have enough precious time
To nervously vomit my last meal
Before being ultra-violently killed...
...So there probably is a God after all...
# Welcome to Gallows Humor 101:
If you don't already know and understand by now,
exactly what "gallows humor" is
- Then I highly doubt a God of any nature
can actually help you see the light before you've died
- But this is just my professional opinion as a satirical author,
who really should have become a medical doctor - If I ever wanted
to be able to afford a legitimate interest in women.
Categories:
proverbially, dark, death, humor, silly,
Form: Free verse
TO GET IT OFF MY BACK (TO LIVE)
To get it off my back, I write about this and that.
To get it off my back, I write about life.
To get it off my back!
To escape mania
To destroy the voice
To defend my rightful mindedness from evil discourse,
I write about the lunacy of the Courts.
To get it off my back, I write about what the world did.
They killed my people my people spirit of happiness.
I write about the mania I normally live within.
To get it off my back, I scribe proverbially and have a psalmist thumb.
I tell the public about the wickedness to come.
To get it off my back, I am bard to tell exactly the way it is.
To get it off my back
To live!
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Penned April 27, 2014!
Categories:
proverbially, abuse, betrayal, conflict, confusion,
Form: Alliteration
Ye ancient land O’ bonnie hue
A bonnie haze on lochs of black
Divide the colour, take me back
To wash my eyes with Fall, imbue
The highlands with a McCulloch hand
Take me back to Autumnland
Softly, softly toes on glens
I trod the braes the peaceful host
The quiescent land of Wallace’s ghost
Once horror valleys shroud in the ben
A witness to yon fallen clans
Take me back to Autumnland
A rugged Skye of misty chill
A blanket cloud a calming bourne
From the mystic sea in gloam and morn
To a hazel lass in tartan twill
Proverbially by the shore she stands
Oh take me back to Autumnland
Oh let me freely stray the moors
Wind the strath of Gaelic roams
Before the low road takes me home
Still and steep in treasured lore
Aye take me back to Autumnland
Take me back to Scotland
Categories:
proverbially, natureme, me,
Form: Rhyme