Katsushige Mizuno
Is too awesome for just one lord, you know
For 15 years lived as a wanderer
Moving on from one liege to another
His father's serf once tattled on his misconduct
So he drew his sword upon the man and struck
Dad got sick of his wild displays
He swiftly sent the youth away
But neither scorn nor exile can put a hamper on his pluck
Though he at last went home and made up with dad
Who shortly died; that made him his family's head
Some people say that a rolling stone gathers no moss
But settling down and setting roots is no great loss
Categories:
serf, history, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
Honey tells me: Where do great stanzas come from
just out of your head when you're in-bed hon
so, they will say your mind went to our library
in books of yesterday you remember legendary words
you serf paragraphs lookin' to catch a rhyming phrase
of yesterday to bring it on your next line today or ways
cleaver enough to fit that new poem piece by piece
till it is just right to your style a real breeze...
simple rhymes to choose from a vast reservoir
only in your head all while in bed, furthermore
your poem pieces fit just fine your style for sure...
indeed, one cool kick ass metaphor
Categories:
serf, character, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, Ezra, I feel your sorrow
Tearing your tunic and cloak
Pulling hair from head and beard
Sitting down with heart broke
A teacher versed in Law of Moses
Given by the LORD God of israel
Hearing the priests and Levites
Mixing with neighboring people
Everyone who trembled at the
Words of God of Israel
Gathered around Ezra because
Of unfaithfulness of exiles
We fnd ourselves in similar situations,
The "Persia" of then is now Iran,
Our America is divided on various fronts
It seems difficult for any plans
Is it not time we join Ezra's example
As he prayed from deep serf-abasement?
Is it not time we fall on our knees praying to God
For America's misplaced, sinful discontent?
The Israelites gathered around Ezra
They, too, wept bitterly in remorse
Could it happen in USA?
Dear LORD, our ways have strayed far off course
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
Categories:
serf, america, conflict, cry, grief,
Form: Rhyme
FILLE JOLIE
I see the tall apartments as we pass
We all shudder, slowing to a halt
The bus conductor turns and stares
As he stops to collect more fares
This stop-start ride is not his fault
The Place d’Etoile packed with cars
I am off to start a new school term
And almost ready to face the world
It’s 1960 and the times are changing
Career choices soon need arranging
As a young woman, not just a girl
And my independence I do affirm
I will stay to work in this exciting city
Paris also can offer varied recreation
My parents still living up in Normandy
Little villages always full of bonhomie
But my future is more than anticipation
And Gilles said he thought me pretty
The bus has almost reached Pont Neuf
Now yet another day of boring lessons
See the grown up people sitting here
Not everyone has varied lives, I fear
I just hope I’ll make good impressions
Whether as an aristocrat or mere serf
Categories:
serf, future, journey,
Form: Rhyme
On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.
On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!
Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral dream.
Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.
Dreary lips given a wide berth,
to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.
Author my flesh unto caged envy,
yielding my soul: break the levee.
Sail amongst my translucent runes,
your siren of electric moons.
I sing for the breaker to inveigle,
tepid winds I once played regal.
Make me forget and make me pay,
for losing my way and drifting astray.
For getting so close then letting go,
missing the blow, ruining your flow.
You are pandora's quantum prison,
a bounty begging to be riven.
Your pride diverts your nemesis,
resurgent carcinogenesis.
Beshrew the darklight spring,
sustained by your phantom wing.
Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,
woven and entwined in void-like vector.
Categories:
serf, angst, anxiety, dance, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Apparently Soup finds the Latin word for ‘Human’ offensive;
about as ‘P.C. gone wrong’ as it’s possible to get. I have had to
include completely superfluous hyphens in order to get the word
accepted.
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Our home in the stars so often ransacked
Homo-destructus had forced us to act
So quick to breed
Killed - not to feed
Our ancient ancestors counter-attacked
All rounded up for a new rebirth
Transported far to a fertile Earth
A gauntlet they ran -
- Neanderthal man
Homo-destructus; victor or serf?
That was a million Earth years ago
Call us inquisitive, we need to know
A long stellar trek
In order to check
What occurs when you let primitives go
Five light years travelled to view their progress
Earth is an angry and war tangled mess
Our crew now lay savaged
Our ship also ravaged
Homo-destructus sees no welcome guest
That primeval race that we once left to swarm
With clubs and flint axes their weaponry norm
Strangely ironic
They’re now atomic
And Homo-destructus remains true to form
Categories:
serf, humanity, war,
Form: Limerick
In sundry ways deaf to your zeal
Which foxy whims fruitless sway,
My wandering self did finally feel
Pearliest sparks of your legit ray.
Inured by bestial blinding decoys
Which easiest-faring limb obeys,
I did heed a deluding artful voice
That upon artless hearers preys.
For want of fine wholesome sense
Which your ancient anthems teach,
My guessing soul staggered tense;
Serf to a brutish debauching leech.
Yet now have my penitent eyes
At last gleaned your folios wise,
And found therein priceless wit
Sublimer than sage magi's writ.
Categories:
serf, absence, allegory, allusion, blessing,
Form: Other
~ To the tune of
Home on the Range ~
O, take me way back
Where no one attacked
The King, for fear
his head he would lack
Where seldom was heard
a sound or a word
that wasn't worshiping
The King, That Monster, The King
Home, home for a serf
A straw hut on a hard piece of turf
He'd better behave
And work like a slave
and never make one tiny wave
Categories:
serf, bullying, fear, humorous, satire,
Form: Couplet
True love will always make one cry
For like all else, it soon must fly
From serf to King
True love takes wing
When Caesar sees her seizure sigh
Categories:
serf, love,
Form: Limerick
Contest: Warrior Sonnet
Sponsor: John Lawless
September 15, 2020
Petrarchan sonnet: abbaabba cdcdcd
Song of the Humble Scythe
My fellow men at arms, today we fight!
Courageous men of fields, that left the plough,
our foes have come; you hear their drums, but now
our storm will wet the soil with crimson might!
Your kin are scared to die, but hope is bright!
We are this wall of stone; you will not bow,
to foreign hands, nor foreign lands, and now
we raise the battle cry for what is right!
Take up the plough — that tills the Fields of Fate!
Take up the hoe — that weeds your earthly foe!
Take up the fork — that throws their bales of hate!
Protect your seed — that needs your love to grow!
The field is yours! The Field is yours! Now great,
we war with tools our fathers made to sow.
Categories:
serf, death, destiny, farm, fate,
Form: Sonnet
From whence springs
eighteenth century wellsprings
of democratizing
healthy cooperative identity?
In that urgent time's revolutionary uniting States
too soon to celebrate
Independence Day
again
and patriarchally
again
and military-industrially
again
and corporately sponsored LeftBrain academically
again
Caught,
and soon virally aflame
in France
and other
older
conserving royalist
loyal feminized serf serves master estates,
Becoming now a marriage
of independent Fraternity
and interdependent Lady Liberty
repatriotic rematriation
of strong and flowing governance
of self and other,
ego and eco,
yang craves yin
for liberally, lavish health
and conserving disciplined safety
becoming more interdependent democracy
of sensory spiritual
and sensual natural
EarthTribes,
Strong of communal therapeutic re-identifying,
not defying,
Flow of sensory free associations
For Loyal patriots
reincarnating
CoPassionate eco-matriarchs.
Categories:
serf, culture, earth, health, history,
Form: Political Verse
The sun is rising in the Eastern sky,
its rays cutting the early morning mist.
To shine on the inky black waters cried,
by fallen maidens to an unjust fist
Why have they been beaten so hard they break.
Causing such pain and sorrow as to cry,
for an eternity to spawn a lake.
Not seen by night or serf as they pass by.
Its not their fault time has taken their looks
they become knurly and twisted with age.
To wander the forest to hide their shame.
Until time takes their life and their rage.
But their masters, the Ogres, life is long
Beauty is their lust and young their desire.
Categories:
serf, woman,
Form: Sonnet
Grandson discovered a magical land called, "under the bed".
Unearthing a tin of jingling coins.
I told him:
"The Big one is the king; all the rest are serfs".
He looked at me baby baffled, then let out a baby burp...
Without warning, he tried popping a serf into his mouth.
I pried it from his tiny mitt, and he cried.
so, I soothed him with a little lullaby..
~Little king-little king always love the serfs.
A good king would never eat the serfs. ~
Categories:
serf, grandchild, grandfather,
Form: Free verse
Intimate Inclination?
Is there something you crave more than intimate love,
Does it possibly occupy space of its own?
Could a man be deserving, your hand mate to glove?
Or are you more a serf, prone in front of a throne?
Is it foolishness dreaming that such love exists?
I think so (if our will): if God's Love then His gift!
Is it err to presume too, that such love persists,
You have earned sin's forgiveness, and you won't get stiffed?
Can just faith be sufficient? What sources this aid?
For we're on a cliff's edge with no rescue in sight?
And with debts too egregious to ever be paid.
Clear that death is our future, known fact of our plight!
I'd say justice too's something we long for although,
It's desired more when hurting and not when we win,
But our losses can humble us, stretch what we know,
It seems winning does little to free us from sin!
When you pray that your life gets protected from pain,
Is it ego that says? "Trust me, Lord, You're the ONE!"
Is the Truth what you're after or what YOU think's gain?
LOVE once prayed, "Not my will Lord, but Thy will be done!"
Long Tooth
August 10, 2018
Categories:
serf, faith, judgement, love,
Form: Rhyme
the farmer
master of his kingdom
when not feeling the serf
posted on August 3, 2018
Categories:
serf, farm, passion, peace, seasons,
Form: Senryu
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