In the enmeddling clingsome widewoven cleavage
Of the windwrapped menacehugging road
Torchurtoting time turns dangler of slopesliding sands
You slitrap the solum to seek the hideous nearlocked nook.
The crackfested road twisturns over your sleekshoulder
Oops griplifts you on its saddlekradle oldie
The jeopordized jagged journey trottrots slothened
With the time’s dustrapped flagcart cranked.
At the edgeend of the ruinrubbled road
Tormentrudged time turns terminist in blinkinstant
Chasetrack you till the twilight sundown duskdark
You longwish to restep on faden footstamps.
The crackripped road crumbler of dayspun dreams
Throws wrecktrash you in dismaydark debris
The jocundgelled journey ends in hopesucked incompleteness
Captivetrapped in deepdown time’s eternal sucksack infinitum.
Categories:
solum, nonsense, time,
Form: Vogon Poetry
She to be his Uxor: or he to be her Vir,
might I pause to discuss?
" When he makes interest in a Woman we
shall seek you
to challenge him in for her love
might some speak this as misculo
so I might profit from his gains
" the fair lazzo"
She like him must want
there desires shall be laughed
upon the tongues of those who
to learn from such troubles.
Might the moon troublee the still waters
to wave from shore to shore!
One's interest in her might pry her from
him. One's interest in her might
draw them closer.
Thus must we challenge and and make
story of these persons. To make specticail
and folly of.
Might I quote Sir tropiteaze " Cuius est solum,
eius est usque
ad coelum et ad
inferos" From the subsurface to the Surface,
interest make hell rise under heavens skies!"
might such sieze to exsist, under the nights of
Misculo!"
From The Bovel
Goals of Lovers
Desires of Others,
By Haas Gissen.
Categories:
solum, film, music,
Form: Ballad
"Piscator non solum piscatur"
("There is more to fishing than fish.)"
______________________________
Brown trout anglers catch few fishes
and almost always let them go
barbless hooks make more for wishes
then creels full to dazzle
children’s eyes.
Brown trout anglers tell tales distilled
of truth, of rises that didn’t take and
fish as long as your arm that always
get away.
They reminisce over glimpses of otters,
mink, beavers, muskrat and deer.
pileated woodpeckers, wild turkey
snapping turtles, frogs and snakes
orchids, iris and skunk cabbage
mosquitoes, blackflies and nettles.
And if you define a river by its banks
and not its water, then it remains the
same waiting for next year.
__________________________________
Categories:
solum, fish, fishing, nature,
Form: Free verse
Cast away from Heaven!
Seeking to Devour!
Listen to what I'm telling!
As we face the final hour!
It is Now upon us!
Revelation told!
Jesus we do trust!
Satan is his foe!
Lucifer has been plotting!
Look around you'll see!
He is very cunning!
Trying to deceive!
The bible says it clearly!
Listen closely please!
You will pay dearly!
With the Mark Of The Beast!
Jesus died, so we can live!
He Sacrificed his life!
Can you imagine or conceive?
What it is to die!
The time is almost here!
Please don't be deceive!
He shed his blood and tears!
To Save a Wretch, like me!
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Categories:
solum, dark,
Form: Rhyme
In the enmeddling clingsome cleavage
Of the windwrapped menacehugging road
Torchurtoting time turns dangler of sands
You slitrap the solum to seek hideous nook.
The road twisturns on your sleekshoulder
Oops griplifts you on its saddlekradle oldie
The jeopordized journey trottrots slothened
With the time’s dustrapped flagcart cranked.
At the edgeend of the ruinrubbled road
Tormentrudged time turns terminist instant
Chasetrack you till twilight sundown duskdark
You longwish to restep on faden footstamps.
The crackripped road crumbler of dayspun dreams
Throws wrecktrash you in dismayedark debris
The jocundgelled journey ends in incompleteness
Captivetrapped in time’s eternal sucksack infinitum.
June 15, 2020
Contest : Vogon Poetry (Really Bad Poetry) Quoopisk
Sponsor : Team Poetry Soup
Categories:
solum, time,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Ibi , culpa non est
Quia hoc modo non solum superest,
Dixit non restrictione
Et tandem sanavit dolor meus
Let me poetemur sine ban
Quia est indefinita
Et quod relinquetur mirabile escape
Hoc erit questus
Denique , non permanens, restrictione
percutiam
in finem
Nam cum summa felicitas legere omnibus dicam?
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Categories:
solum, language,
Form: I do not know?
the memorys youll eventually forget,
the people you knew,
gone in a cloud of shattered dreams,
past loves turn into hatred,
useless inteligence,
these are things that are a result of our so called,
life,
however,
in the dark clouds of our minds a solum strand of light,
happyness,
blooms forth changing your perspective,
evan for just a moment
the birth of children,
newfound freindships,
True love,
things you may life without,
but you have always wished to have,
created in them,
for with all darkness there must be light and in all joy,
there must be sadness.
Categories:
solum, depression, family, friendship, happiness,
Form: Personification