Pump up the game, pen is aflame
Blame is borne most gladly
Forms found, once lost, require reclaim
Aim - not blow by badly
Stifled at best, stilted arrest
Pressed to slide out smoothly
Tiptoeing lightly, I'll attest
Lest we wake thee, soothly
Sure to try more, now out the door
Score some freshness infused
Mirthful, merry, soaking up stores
Mor, I'm mostly amused
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Tricky, tricky! My worst (Mor) so far, but also my first so far...
The Dechnad Mor: an Irish quatrain with 8a:6b:8a:6b, 2-syllable end rhymes, cross rhymes, and alliteration
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Categories:
soothly, appreciation, poetry,
Form: Other
The thickness of your melanine
Like some hot beverage
So strongly black
I crave.
The enchantment of your literature
Makes me loss my virtue
Alluring in your words
As i dance my way through
My pelvis twisting soothly
To your music..You are the music
The melody of your harmony
As it penetrates through my os
Sinus os as it touches my heart
Ooh what a beauty
As it does its duty
The melody of your harmony
As it penetrates at the entrance
The entrance of heart as it bits
With the harmony deep within
Your silence,in the mist of silence
I hear you...like lulaby to my ears
In your silence i devour
As the fountain of thoughts are loud,splashing loud
In pleasure i scream loud
In the prencense of harmony
As my scream accelarates
In echoes of silence
As the the music plays
The thickness of your melanine
Like some hot beverage
So strongly black
I crave you.
So bad
Categories:
soothly, art, , literature,
Form: Prose
It takes, at the end, to stand a lot
when scars and black eyes are
stalking eyes verdict.
Wobbling and trembling with knees
so feeble
is many a person’s end result.
Blows are thrown at the hearts of
every
Most come suddenly while some
well seen.
Both of which are aimed at you to
knock
And unfortunately none can be
dodged.
These blows are similar to all alike.
We then know what to expect likely.
A bitter truth soothly embraced
brings a sweet tune at the end of the
day.
A bed well laid before the sun dies
Reduces the itches through the dark
night.
Categories:
soothly, allegory
Form: Free verse
O Tony, wherefore dost thou feel out of sorts?
Existing so - tho' not soothly living.
Haps thou art the living dead which resorts
Into its cold chamber ne'er living.
Categories:
soothly, confusion, hope, imagination, introspection,
Form: Quatrain
She need not speak tho' a single word;
'Tis soothly written upon her facial.
She need not conceal emotions enhoard;
She whom be loved for her - e'er special.
Categories:
soothly, love,
Form: Quatrain
Between the witching hour and saffron dawn,
When guileless hearts are peacefully asleep,
An evil prowls a wolf amidst the sheep,
With fangs as bloody daggers swithly drawn;
And erelong the warmth of blood shall spawn,
A frenzy thus unloosed from hellish keep,
While all the angels’ watch and soothly weep,
As souls are bled, until ungodly gone.
Awake I prithee, yon morrow blushes night;
While sun forestalls evil in its grave,
Prepare a holy arsenal to fight;
And double-glaze thine eyes with marbled sight;
Your dead, undead shall rise a vampires’ slave,
Then woe to hearts unsheathed eftsoons twilight.
Categories:
soothly, imaginationevil,
Form: Sonnet