A rusted breeze ripens with early frosts
Ill-fated trees wilt begetting their loss
Rich fermented decay's putrified bloom
Bidding farewell to the song of the loon
The belching pond spurts summers spoil
Bird nests crumble leaving traces of toil
Flowers tilling soil with seeds for new growth
All of life is taking a dying oath
The spreading fire of the evening sun
Blazes in drenched horizons faraway
As days get shorter, and stars have more fun
Popping on flashlights in the milky way
Autumn-extraneous-harmonious
Ceremonious-Testimonios
Particularly peripatetic
penguins pursue pharmacological
possibilities perusing polar
predator proboscis predilections,
predominantly picking putrified,
phenobarbital-packed perch-piece puree
packings, provocatively presented.
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I wish I could have gotten a rhyme in there as well,
but that's an alliterative Pleiades with 10-syllable lines.
It's also a near summary of the latest escapades over on
the collaborative limerick thread in forums...
Come join us!
synthetic textures of artificial
excitements perpetuate
satisfied expectations
trembling desires
aggravated felonies misdemea-
nors denervation putrified
thrones lobbying overgr-
own breasts dividing the
skins stealing and en-
croaching destroying
then breaking into
a weird victory
smile under
the statue
of liber
ty
DIE ARISE
WHENEVER I WAKE UP AND ARISE
I AM TOO ALARMED TO OPEN MINE EYES
DUE TO YOUR GOD FOR CREATING MORE SORROW
AND THE FURTHERERNCE OF FEAR FOR YET ANOTHER TOMORROW
WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS BRAND NEW DAY?
I SUPPOSE I SHALL SIMPLY ATTEMPT TO CHASE MORE DEMONS AWAY
WILL I FEAR THE PUTRIFIED AIR I AM FORCED TO SUCK IN?
WHICH IS JUST DESERTS FOR MANKINDS EVERY SIN?
WILL I WEEP FOR THE TREES, FLOWERS AND POLLUTED SEA AIR
AND CRY FOR THAT WHICH HUMANITY IS DOING TO THE RAIN FOREST THAT I CONSIDER UNFAIR?
WILL I LOOK AT THE DESTRUCTION OF BEAUTY I CANNOT TAKE FOR GRANTED,
AND THINK ABOUT THE PUTRID GROUND IN WHICH TOO MANY OF MY FRIENDS CORPSES ARE PLANTED?
WILL I CURSE YOUR GOD FOR THE HORROR AND HORRENDOUS NATURE OF THINGS HE HAS WILLED,
WHILST CONDEMNING HIM FOR THE LITTLE INNOCENTS HE BI-MONTHLY HAS KILLED?
ALL I CAN DO IS FEAR, BE FRIGHTENED AND FRET
AND TAKE ANOTHER SHOT OF TEQUILLA THAT MIGHT ALLOW ME TO FORGET
(C) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
P.S. IN CASE YOU'VE NEVER HEARD IT A SINGER NAMED DALLAS HOLMS HAS A SONG ENTITLE "RISE AGAIN" AND IT IS AMAZINLY INSPIRATIONAL!
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