Short Accosted Poems
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Fatuous and dead obviously
The red rabbit is red lonely
Open gates veer upon
Shut doors red with brawn
The white rabbit is painted redly
A girl who drank too much liquor
Was accosted by Les Dicker
She sighed, "I'm so glad
That you'll be its dad
As Sam was quite a bit quicker!"
A bird beneath the sun's gentle ray,
accosted me, "I have something to say",
and, as he took a seat and sat,
he said, "What are you lookin' at?
I'm watching you today."
The anger inside me was reaching a crescendo;
I controlled it when only I was accosted by this jerk.
How long I could’ve taken it I don’t really know
But when he went after my wife…I went BERSERK!!!!!!
As I was walking in the snow
I was accosted by a crow
It did not like my face
I ran and it gave chase
Amused onlookers watched the show.
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For a contest hosted by Kevin Shaw
21st February, 2018
Whilst in deep sleep
Found a strangest place amidst
Strolled somewhere anew
Creatures lead wrong ways
But still best life chose its path
Mystic doors were closed
Glimpsed one and the rest
Until one by one opened
Watcher accosted.
the merchant beguile
sat not sanded, miracle mile
what went where whence
was their way, around the fence
in American fen
gators and crossbow
sickened accosted
absolutely aware
awed without care
float and flutter
your way through this life
see me clear
back to my wife
Present, wrapped on sight
Leaning bows look forward, close (clothed)
Familiar, sents
It's breeze of wheeze, squeeze
utter grip center, maw, drip
Of thank you, please, sip
Steaming love in mug
Accosted moment to 'steem
Taste of tanks full ness
I’m being accosted by five lines in search of a poet.
They’re gonna request I turn them into a limerick, I just know it.
But I fear that their end rhymes are totally wrong,
and that three of the lines are just too wordy and long.
“Sorry, guys! You need to find yourselves a better poet,
cuz if I try ~ I just know I’m gonna blow it.”
First engage in illusions to heart’s content,
turning mind inward when fully exhausted,
melding head with heart granting bliss beats consent
maverick ego in the void accosted.
Upon choosing to be still, voids within fill,
when we flow like the breeze, easily uphill,
transcending limitations of body-mind,
one with oneness, at all times divine aligned.
Crossed lies laced in fusion bites and twisted cries,
Well defined curves accosted disheveled plight,
Myth sequence tunes harmony with turmoil;
Opened knots seek pleasure in coveted delight.
Focused eyes crafty lewd, turbulent and bright.
Simple erotica in its up turns and downs
Thirsty evasive passion seeking pleasure;
Out burst underplays the raptures in life.
A flashing image...
One am familiar with but yet
not accosted to my mind in
any way or form of
interaction,
Brings fourth fear,
Fear of the unknown,
believe that i will not set my
fears as that of a viking ...
who fears that one day the
sky shall fall..
whatever this image may
bring, it will not be my sky
fall...it will be but only...
A flashing image
Carrie thought the forest had an ominous feel.
The shadows frightened her; she expected to be accosted.
Her cousin Sheila was humming a tune, skipping, chatting.
Don’t you feel the fear here? Carrrie asked.
Sheila stopped to listen, tried to sense something.
A being, a spirit, a fragrance, a noise.
She heard nothing, smelled nothing.
All I feel is joy, she told Carrie.
This is my happy place.
Surrounded by bozo's,
Accosted by hobo's,
Why won't they leave me alone?
Doomed by soothsayers,
Embezzaled by mayor's,
I practice ignoring their tone!
Evicted by slumlords,
Admitted to psych wards,
I seek to seclude my old bones!
I'm naturally leery, of those who make weary,
My intellect, while promoting their own!
The sly and rapacious,
Could stay out of my space if,
They'd leave their antics at home!
Form:
Foul fowl
I was staggering to the mall,
in my own decrepid way,
When I got accosted by a Shiela,
who shook my hand said ‘hey’,
Busy as a flustered bee,
I brushed her off today,
A parting quip from her it came,
“With rotten breath, I'd not be game,
To walk the streets, like sweet Igraine,
A toilet duck would drown in pain,
This bludger is insane,
Beware foul, fowl, hey, hay.”
Don Johnson
i have this affect on women....
The buzzes I hear coming from next door
Cause this old man's blood pressure to soar
After they waited seventeen long years
Time for the summer cicadas is here
Shrill chirping voices do not bring me cheer
Loud scissoring buzzing makes me crazy
Searching for love, they sure are not lazy
By midday I am completely exhausted
My brain is befuddled, think it's all hazy,
Next time, I won't be here to be accosted.
written June 13, 2021
Freeze in
The comic tragedy
Veils of sight
Veils of touch
Veils of motion
Veils of plight
Soul is the sole
Of infinite unity
Wound to one is none
Black hole enveloping
Vacuums this verse
Snaps this quill
Logic exhausted
Language accosted
Nothingness twisted
Into its shell
Collapsed to collusion
Erupting diffusion
Equating illusions
Of not being
And being not
Silence is the zero sum
Of answers
On the nature of
Freeze out
I’m sitting by the river,
Just relaxing on a bench,
When I’m suddenly accosted
By an unaccustomed stench.
I look around but do not see
A reason for the smell.
It’s coming from the water, then,
As far as I can tell.
The question that I pose myself
Is – what am I to do?
Sacrifice olfactory nerves
Or sacrifice the view?
In life, it’s not all positives
That come to us each day.
The rippling waves have tipped the scales –
I’ll hold my nose and stay!
Frosted pines accosted
Crystal flakes
Roaming in the gloaming
Melancholy valley
White and wan
Pathos rules the sick snows
Dull unpredictable
Winter breeze
Whistles through the thistles
Valiant hills and pliant
Willows dance
Spilling sadness chilling
Jack Frost spews cold attack
Life asleep
Hoar is forevermore
14th August, 2017
(When life is colourless, you tend to grow sad....)
Mamma says
this life's not free,
the whole damn world
as accosted me.
Mamma says
don't give a hoot,
they are gun free happy,
they want to shoot.
Mamma says
I've lived my life,
slings and arrows,
the butchers knife.
But mamma says
take care of you,
be aware of the damage
this world can do.
Mamma's love,
the purest known,
for without her words,
would I have grown?
Mamma sleeps now
but her words ring true,
God bless you mamma
till I'm home again,
with you.