LINE CAPITALISATION scansion simply scuppered
Categories:
scuppered, poetry, voice,
Form: Alliteration
All wars scourged bodies and souls--
Torn spirits and dredged feet of the fowls
Ravished by rabid gargoyles of prey
Scuppered dreams of the reapers of hay
Wars circled the world of May
'tis emblem are ruins and remnants of flay
Wars for peace can be penned on paper
Words and spikes of chivalry of the bleeder
Ink flowing out are veins of the fighter
Scrawled blood purged from the might of the writer
Categories:
scuppered, conflict, death, dream, peace,
Form: Verse
He did it, no qualms or faintest moralistic trait
He knew the vulnerability, went ahead
To reap the benefits from someone’s plight
Like a scuppered beast in flight
Wearing a private smirk of victory
To walk away and cast his smut
Upon the shoulders of some other
Like a vulture with rich pickings
Feeding on its fated carcass
He walked away with fake innocence
Carrying an air of falsehood
Into a world that owes him
A fine lad, he’s got a job
And got in line with the rest of his kind
To smugly gloat and brag and flaunt
Those ill gotten gains
His pealing mirth to celebrate
And taunts about the hag
The lad can do that, the lad
Half gone, his generosity knows no bounds
With new found wealth
And fabrications to the law
The lad can do that, the bad
He has his innocence all wrapped up
To give and cloud the truth
He will insist, he knows his place
His adorning shell of protection
Swathed in obstinacy, to make him win
He can do that, the lad’s got it all
To sway this and to say that
He can return and adjourn
And court with the masters
To state his piece
He will return to do it again
Categories:
scuppered, loss,
Form: Blank verse
Once, a little Spanish girl
was given a "regalo" -
a dainty little potted plant,
a purple-petalled mallow.
She set it in a sunny spot,
beneath a southern window,
re-housed it in an iron pot
and named it, "Don Galindo".
She gave it water every day,
and gave its loam a hoeing.
She talked to it and petted it,
and marvelled at its growing.
Her plant rose tall and strong and fine,
rewarding all her labors:
"¡Te quiero!" sighed the little girl:
"¡Que raro!" cried the neighbors.
Joy never lasts, grief always comes,
said someone (maybe Byron?)
Galindo's roaming, ravenous roots
were hemmed-in by the iron.
The fine plant sickened and declined,
all hopes of salvage scuppered:
its lower parts, by steel confined,
could not sustain the upper.
And so, the moral of our tale -
resisting is not giving.
Do not preclude, prevent, prevail -
rigidity's all very well,
but soon turns heaven into hell!
Give in to me -
set us both free -
don't cramp or crowd -
things disallowed
can hardly go on living.
Categories:
scuppered, humor,
Form: Ballad
Casarah wants us to write happy
That’s not an easy job
My fickle muse has left me
She’s turned into quite a snob
She won’t let me write a poem that’s funny
Not even a short limerick
Now my world is dark not sunny
I’m feeling a little bit sick
So I’ve locked her in a cupboard
She’s wailing and creating a fuss
Her plans to gag me are scuppered
I’ve just GOT to write humourous
My capricious muse is locked away
I can hear her starting to cry
I’ll let her out one day
That doesn’t end with a Y!
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Sponsor Casarah Nance
31st August 2015
Categories:
scuppered, happy, humorous, muse, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
and lost while wracked in pains of change,
wilted seed in wintered eye,
hands clenching white in advent rage,
knee bones scuppered, bleaching age,
knelt stung as tears run dry,
writ black ink in masthead sky,
and lost now wracked in changing pain.
and wracked in change, in pain,
this protean mood, forgiving none,
stygian moans in loaming brains,
bowing low in time's cruel reins,
for order, seeking melancholic ones,
forget what bones have said to sons,
and wracked aloud in change and pain.
and wracked in pain and changing hue
if not order's sin, then virtue's deign,
above, above, settled up on virgin's crown,
control, like razor’s gleaming frown,
drawn swift upon a throbbing vein,
flared desolate in absolution's gain,
and hue is wracked in pain and change.
and wracked in change’s cleansing pain,
a night buried lost in clouded dawn,
release a grip, unhinged yet grasped,
living bread coughed out and harshly rasped,
as patina streaks down muted pawns,
we love, we weep, we carry on,
and pain is wracked in cleansing change.
Categories:
scuppered, addiction, peace,
Form: Free verse
Love on the rocks
I’ve fallen in love with a mermaid
She captured my heart with her song
She was singing her scales
And upsetting the whales
As she knitted a seashell sarong
Well I smiled at her, very politely
And she put down her knitting, and looked
She bade me come here
There was no sign of fear
And from that moment on I was hooked
So we sat and we chatted for hours
We talked about that and of this
Then after a while
She gave me a smile
And she bent down and gave me a kiss
I’ve got to admit I was smitten
It was love, at first sight there’s no doubt
Laying there on the sand
With her hand in my hand
I decided that I’d ask her out
She couldn’t walk far on her flipper
So we picnicked alone on the coast
We ate crab meat and cod
And although it was odd
The pudding was seaweed on toast
We’d sit on the rocks on the seashore
She would dangle her tail in the pool
Then one dark starry night
There was something not right
For our passion had started to cool
Now sadly our love affair’s over
You may say I am strange if you wish
But when push comes to shove
What scuppered our love
Was the constant aroma of fish
Categories:
scuppered, loveme, love, me,
Form: Light Verse
Into the jungle, the realm of all hazards
With love and a tucked-spear armed
The infatuated sphingid his way bravely wended
Heedless, the hostile beasts all around scuppered.
In shady corners their merciless fangs sharpening
The sphinx moth the orchid’s love shielding
All perils boldly daring, all around hovering
His sweetheart frenziedly for eons seeking
Never flinching, never faltering nor huddling
Breezes he rode whilst his love whetting
His sweet maiden’s scent to his senses wafting
His wing beats to her fabled nectar guiding.
Categories:
scuppered, lovelove,
Form: I do not know?