Can one a whole day spend saying 'sorry':
Can man fill with 'sorry' back of lorry?
Methinks it would make a sight gory
Craving 'longest sorry' for one's glory:
Someone quite like you hairy or furry
To with 'voiced sorry' your favor curry...
It was a full day of it to a boss
By a stretched woman fearing sad job loss;
She had, too, written an apology,
Which had permitted some tautology:
"I'm working singlehandedly alone;
No great help from calls with my handset phone".
Really, alone bearing a most cruel cross
Once, a rolling stone gathering no moss.
Then, work she left for Evangelism,
Lately struck by its rare magnetism;
Preacher's new message Asceticism:
Man should be snubbing all cynicism...
Her boss was shocked that her last name is Ross.
He'd met twelve Ross that tried nothing gross.
Categories:
singlehandedly, career, cry, fear, money,
Form: Rhyme
I've been freed as love walked away
The myth we've met were abscond silently
The gladness had now turned into annoy
Mayhap i'll erudite to be singlehandedly
They said that everyone is lonely sometimes
But I'll invariably remain solitary all the times
As no futile or any sprout maiden will eliminates
I've annulled all the tattlers who blabbed my desires
Being single is all what made men to be legend
Thought I invariably stand affirm and not depended
And I'll forslow until God thrilled a matured maid
That gain and impart homage to the one who esteemed
Categories:
singlehandedly, 1st grade, africa, art,
Form: Rhyme
"Madiba"
The currents keep up sparking up and down
Such elegance, your life had more scenes than an epic flick
Defined humanity you did, even in death you deserve a crown
Singlehandedly you kept the white fleas a bay, fielding stick
Madiba, the Great artist, thou painted red the entire earthly town
Effortlessly you curtailed the beast, how effortless is your skill!
Diamonds appeareth me in flames, wildflowers in dinner gowns
Human race you served, and empty African baskets you did fill
Goodwill you preached, you make the rest look like clowns
The sun and stars smile admirably to this piece! Oh how slick
95 long fruitful moments, bewildering all from North to South
Black Moses, thou granted the African race it's holy seal
From the suburbs of Soweto to the South of Pretoria
All and sundry join the angels as we sing "The Gloria
Categories:
singlehandedly, appreciation,
Form: ABC
I salute you brother of mine
One whose venomous bile
Sends shivers down the spine
Of spineless rank and file
I have never known you
But like William’s “18”, your
Legend lives on afresh and new
Telling tales of valour and rancour
Singlehandedly, you transformed Be-neen
Into a Bend-Hell; singlehandedly,
You made the state’s purse quite lean
Only to spend your loot foolishly
Like Samson, you had a Delilah
Like Achilles, you had the heel
Expecting you to be caught very far
From home, like a complacent eel
You were tangled in the net
Reclining in the recess of expired nipples
Dousing my awe and admiration. How wet!
Your fame is lost among the ripples
Commander-in-thief that you once were
You died like a mere beggar in the street
How disappointing! From stag to mare
You lost your crown by being indiscreet
Daredevil, bank robber, kingpin
Notorious criminal – the infamous Anini
The Dillinger of your time – a King
Dethroned by men on one knee.
Categories:
singlehandedly, art,
Form: Ballad
You swept in my life, like a whirlwind that you are
singlehandedly held me against your love
being ripped right into
my sweet love, now I am blue....
You are my serenity, the star in my sky
with hope you landed and swept me away
kisses so sweet and held me tight
a canvas of dark drew you away..
The passion and the drive attracted me to you
your love of me and love of life
with each note I sang
come away with me...
My Darlin, come away
in the break of day;
if you must leave
do it swiftly, hurry back I cry....
Just know my love, I will always love thee
my heart is heavy with your scent
your always be on my mind
just know, I love you so....
Brooke Dylan. 2014
Categories:
singlehandedly, lost love, , sweet
Form: Quatrain
You, unforgettable lass
Wined and dined by champion stuff
Chose me singlehandedly
Disdaining emblem, lance and ruff
I turned out to be minstrel though
Luckless wayward troubadour
Flitting past from post to post
Stringing harps and often poor
Lamented bald and ribald all,
‘That epitome of womankind
Should languish in the arms of such
Fool, who’s always left behind’
Stunned, however, I remain
When each morning brings to me
Still today at sixty plus
Like morning dew your loving glee
Categories:
singlehandedly, lovemorning,
Form: Romanticism