The lonely shadow aside from the worldly poles
Wrenching like an unhidden find to hold
And the horrible ink of dreadful poison swiftly mold
Eyes were injurious red like a bleeding bed
Thoughts of frightful threads wrap
and rashly roll the clutching traps
Shadow envelopes like a black door
Tears were tip and tapped one after more
Shadow of shades deeply shallows
Only the gist of suffering and melting melodies
Are fluttering over the sleuth of emotion
God knows the happening in cores of motion
Sometimes, a burial bleed on the surface
Lips bewail like a snubbing scroll
And silence echoes in the cavernous hell
All Alone in the stiff stage of sicks to bell.
Categories:
sicks, allusion, sorrow, women,
Form: Free verse
My thoughts today, if “U” were “I”
imagine how to justify
An accidental “switcheroo”
would change it all around for you
You thunk you typed the word to think
That brunk you right back from the brink
That truck that you drove home last night
would be a trick! that sheds some light!
If “I” were “U”, I’d check my work
a duty that we ought not shirk
with sicks and sucks and picks and pucks
and don’t forget those ticks and tucks
Good Luck would now be a Good Lick
not bad but you know, it might stick
and serving Duck would be a kick
instead, you would be serving @!@!
And Just in case anyone thinks that the last line is “bawdy”
I was referring to the British pudding with dried fruit!!!
Categories:
sicks, humor, humorous, poetry, word
Form: Rhyme