Meant enquires consequent
On ken Sampson The Eloquent
Wishing now to himself acquaint
With the conflicts that were frequent,
Where his people are domiciled,
Currently to odds reconciled,
So that he might about them speak
And The Still-Kept Hidden leak…
In the darkest drain slain body,
Not long traced to B Goodie
By some folks loved for being civil
But by their Union ruled ‘Evil’:
To all Good Remarks had sniveled
And on Grave Issues had driveled
Some see A Demon just vanquished
He wouldn’t have Swipes relinquished
Goodie’s killer is distinguished:
Has Satan’s Fire extinguished!...
Ken has The Final Picture grabbed
Slain Goodie was tortured, first nabbed!
Ken would treat not ‘Emergency
From Juvenile’s Delinquency:
This is about Unsafe District;
Every cop to wear a face strict…
Categories:
sniveled, community, conflict, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Sinking into the soil of his egocentric ocean
Snarled and sniveled the cephalopod mollusk
Since to be worthy of his charming prey
Sensation beaming from his passion blasting
Suspending her from being aware of drowning
Stunning to sight her lapse into squandering
Sloshing in intense sadness and deceitfulness
Written: April: 03, 2022
Categories:
sniveled, analogy, bereavement, character,
Form: Free verse
Do you hear it…?
Yes…The Mute..I mean
The Blaring Mute…
When she looks at the ancient mountains squealing of their esse
The Chortled Mute…
When her baby is tended and snuggled against her chest
The Guffawed Mute…
When she stood there to hear his raucous laughter making wacky faces
The Euphonious Mute…
With every word spoken about her beloved
The Sniveled Mute…
When he left her in the cold and cruel winter
The Mute.. so clamorous
The Mute that overcomes the cacophony of existence
Do you hear it…?
Her MUTE…
Categories:
sniveled, emotions, feelings, irony,
Form: Couplet
SORROW SPRINGS IN BLACK SAVANNAH
By Immaculata Ortner
Sorrow springs in black savannah
Where nature proved its pride
Silence sting like ancient drone
As dark melody rose
Winging high in spike like dragon spew
As discomfort swells in black souls
Our top was not so high
Neither was our thoughts wild!
When strangers flirt and raid our shores in with minds of wolfish beats
Our words and swards were sheath
And the voice of our chanting drum was trunk
Groaning grey in grievous tones
As darkness shades our doomy world
They traced our path in search of liquid golds, yet with books untold
They crack our walls with no defence, speak with hoot like owl!
They create a route of no return
Where blacks goods sniveled
They cleared our greens and dent
Our springs, yet we flinch and flee in fear
But though our nights, were doomy dark
The sun could rise in place of moody moon if brothers where brothers
Our wings could mount the stormy wind if friends we trust where truly friends
And the green we have would be truly green if tooth that flashed were purely white
Then our tales of pride would glow
Categories:
sniveled, fear, slavery, sorrow, war,
Form: Elegy