The Royal Family drinks lots of tea
Two cubes of sugar, and faces of glee
Tea time is ten, two, and four
What an incredible bore!
The highlight? ~ getting up after to pee
Categories:
reworked, celebrity, drink, giggle,
Form: Limerick
Earth’s smell fills my nose, worrying shortness of breath,
Cross the ground without mercy that laughs at my death,
Hurtling towards me, each piling on top,
Crush of love overwhelming that never would stop.
Such times felt intensely no longer exist
But what’s real is perceived, and what I perceive is this:
The tendrils of fear as we climbed, built and slid
A past true to my eye, the hedge where you hid.
It’s the present I can’t’ fathom, that senseless as dreams,
Forever on the verge, comes apart at the seams.
But my memories so strong shall yet win this war,
Forr they are my present, not this life I deplore...
11/01/21
Categories:
reworked, angst, child, depression, i
Form: Rhyme
Joyful, resentful, demanding and loud
The past is a place, where I felt defined
Pain I wear it an invisible shroud
I’ll take to my grave, unless I can find
That time that I colored to lend it weight,
Bright little boxes, for fear we be late.
Unthinkable that time could lose its hue
Fading with it all I held to be true
Time now weighs heavy, a mantle of lead.
Time then so light so quickly was it spent
Paying no heed to my disease so spread
Till I was left, or was it me that went?
Once was mother, but alas no more,
I have lost my voice, but inside I roar
09/09/2020
Categories:
reworked, children, depression, family, growing
Form: Lyric
They buried him two inches deep
and for months there wasn't peep
And then with barely a sound
he forced his head out of the ground
For months he grew tall and grew straight
until it was time for his fate
In his prime he was cut to the ground
and then with his comrades was bound
They beat him with flails and with whips
until, in his skin, appeared rips
Then they laid him down on the floor
and over him, water, did pour
They boiled all his juices away
and left him alone for a day
Then they sealed him away in a vat
until he grew cold and quite flat
Next they poured what was left in a keg
with the essence of white of an egg
They then left him once more for a while
and moved him for many a mile
In a dungeon so dark and so cold
with walls that were covered with mould
they left him a day and a night
until his condition was right
Then they pulled him out into the light
and he looked such a beautiful sight
As brown as the robe of a monk
John Barleycorn finally got drunk
Categories:
reworked, allusion,
Form: Verse