Its irony, how things turn out to be
The past redeemed in to boundless me
I have appreciated the shadiest times and sentiment
They put up a resilient state of my thought
That day I moaned a torrent out of the wounded heart
I fail to recall that now, melt away on that spot
The dreadful and horrific eras generated marvelous mentality
To sense the throne or the rose was a prime of my Tenacity
The groove of my bed was a comfort to feel amenity
I reached the highest point of understanding out of my pain
Serenity and relief embedded hope to attain
Wiped away my tears through the storm and hurricane
I went numb washed away my dizziness in the rain
I got it all, set and maintain
It’s about not thinking while having a brain.
Categories:
shadiest, appreciation, cry, dark, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
There once was a man from DeBose
who had a gigantic nose
his nostrils squawked
whenever he walked.
When at rest it sat on his toes
The man got a job at a farm
his task was to sound the alarm
when the sly fox
tried the coop locks
intending to do chickens harm
One night his nose fell asleep
lulled by the bleat of the sheep
fox took a chance
interrupted romance
of two lovebirds, now the one weeps!
The man with the nose then got fired
The farmer now wished he had hired
a man without clothes
not a nullified nose
so prone to be slumber inspired
As the nose and his man went away
Nose saw the sly fox in the hay
with much boogie-woogie
nose hocked a great loogie
and splattered the fox where he lay
The farmer was pleased to be rid of the pest
though the hay loft was terminally messed
Everyone cheered
nose grew a beard
and moved to an ashram out west
You may wonder, is this tale is true?
I assure you it is, yes I do.
to doubt the nose
would presuppose
this story is nothing but poo
The legend of the hero nose grows
if questions of provenance pose
look on the shadiest side
of that big chunk of hide
for only the shadow knows
Categories:
shadiest, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Is the occultist aware she’s daring,
That she carries the shadiest orifice?
No.
She just defecates and scars remain.
Akin to the likes of an unmarketable comedian:
passion on one side, narcissism on the other.
‘Twas unforeseen.
Enemies working together,
Exchanging callous banknotes.
No one had foreseen this.
Eventually, she’ll cripple
from depositing and withdrawing.
But no one knows.
No one can ever know.
Categories:
shadiest, life, loss, mystery,
Form: Verse