Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons
Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of
The long white cloud
Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold
Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour
Off their heads...now divining
Mining our whining sea beds..
Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told
Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…
Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow
Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!
Categories:
purloining, paradise,
Form: Rhyme
We have toiled,
we have laboured.
we have launched into the deep,
we wearied ourselves in tempest.
endangering our lives for filths,
Our summer too short for relief,
and the winter too long with pains,
we bore the shame, the jeers and mockery.
we met with stiff opposition,
foes within and more without,
the deadliest daggers from home front,
wagging fiercest warfare,
all the while purloining,
ridiculed and scorned,
our soul through many trials faints,
Yet advancing,
Unyielding,
Unrelenting,
still we look up.
Categories:
purloining, adventure, courage, cry, emotions,
Form: Lyric
Idlers, paved paths with active energies, purloining, feigning amity.
Dodgy & concealing past immoral dregs by comradely, waspish mien.
Obdurately empowered by this stranger plucked from their nocturnal fantasies
Wanton mistresses of countless broken walls in desperation for time.
Unbridled intrusion cloaked in religiosity vexed by undefined arrogance.
Oft, in pretext, manipulating, with energies stronger than the POPE.
Habits of a thuggish intervention foist on bewitched “soul tie”
Ill-beseeming nuances summoning this Stygian to their unsealed brothels
Obvious cliquish vindictive venom of a barrage of past bed felon.
Zestfully compelling, violently intrusive and surreptitiously preying.
Ending the farce, Rapscallion oozing countless entries on the rotten hole.
Categories:
purloining, black love, divorce, evil,
Form: Narrative
How often have I asked
why did you enter my life?
I was happy, even if in isolation.
You felt that I should share.
Do not birds share their seeds?
Do not fish swim in shoals?
We were not meant to live
on an island all alone.
So you stole my heart,
I gave it willingly.
Purloining my volition,
like a besieged city, I ceded possession.
Now I find my heart is ripped apart.
There's no refuge for me but to succumb.
Why can't you for once speak the truth?
Confess, I do not mind.
Tell me you care for another,
as birds mate with whomsoever they like,
while fish seem indifferent to each other.
Yet I am neither bird nor fish.
Since I cannot win, I simply pray:
tell me the truth and let me be.
Let me live in isolation once again,
at least there was some subdued light then.
Categories:
purloining, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Flamboyant petals of flowers of anguish
Blossom in full bloom in your garden
Sworn your seasons and reasons for bliss to finish
Your favourite abode and space in the garden of Eden
Flowers of anguish vow at all costs to steal
Sowing and catalyzing sterling seeds of sorrow
Grown and scattered in every cranny and crevice at full capacity to fill
Your every tomorrow
Into your bludgeoned back pricking, sinking and sticking daggers
Whose blade
Singes, serrates and severs your fingers
Purloining your serene serenade to aid
Seas and vortices of pain
Shaken
Sustaining, absorbing and assimilating streams and reams of strain
Forsaken and beaten
Your teary bloodshot eyes peer into a despair abyss
Wondering if life in your case holds any more worth
As peace of mind you miss in a serpent’s hiss
When all at once a vivid voice on the radio reminds you henceforth
God is in control
Despatching at once a good Samaritan your way
To patrol
And heal all flowers of anguish as on your knees you bend to pray.
Categories:
purloining, poems,
Form: Free verse
“The storm has truly unleashed its full fury,”
The perfectly coiffured, newswoman says.
She is not worried about the low taste
Of purloining these old and outdated clichés.
Over and over the same words repeated,
Until sensitive folks shut the set off and leave
To pick up a volume of favorite poems.
Each knows in these pages, he’ll find a reprieve.
No good poet absconds with the words of another
To blatantly claim them as his thoughts alone.
He edits, revises and often will change them
Until he is proud of a work all his own.
It is only then he’ll unleash his creation
On eager readers to critique or to laud.
Praying the ayers will out weigh the nayers,
He’ll happily bow as they cheer and applaud.
Won a 5th
Categories:
purloining, on writing and words,
Form: Quatrain
Brownie broke her beak today
Purloining potted prawns
Despite Will’s whistled warning words
To only eat from lawns
But Brownie boldly battered
that toughened tin top jar
and broke her lovely beak in bits
she’d pushed her peck too far
but wily Will he had a way
to triumph testing trial
so searching for some Superglue
he produced a plastic phial
But Brownie fussed and fluttered
And Thang a tuneleth thong
Worried when Will wrapped it up
thseed thing her thong all wong
One dinky drop of adhesive
Fast fastening he found
Forever fixed his flailing foot
But stopped that thsquawking thound
Categories:
purloining, funny
Form: Rhyme
The hour grows late, as hours grow late,
They crawl like a thief in the night;
With devilish art to administrate,
Diminishing sight and purloining the light.
Blood, sweat and toil, hot water and oil,
Fever dispensed with a flair;
Fervour and temperature brought to the boil,
A fanatical prayer of both joy and despair.
Flourish and sweep, made cutting and deep,
Brush wielded high like a sword;
Canvas awakened from moribund sleep
With driven accord and the power of the Lord.
Constructing the scene, colours wild yet serene,
Paint splashed incandescent and clear;
Memorial collisions of all that has been,
New dreams to appear, digest and revere.
The hour grows late, as hours grow late,
Dawn hides a lifetime away;
Candid creations of brushes with fate
Are burning to stay for the seizing of day.
Categories:
purloining, allegory, art, life, prayer,
Form: Verse