A gong sounds again
Squalled with familiar war cries
Bringing me on my feet again
To pick the best tools, drop the fries
One more bite and I’m the next casualty
Picking military regalia, dress down to the task’d
My alert generals whine, pumping grit in my faculty
So I can dodge through the strictness unfrisk’d
Doing rehearsals amid fear
Just to stay put with the adversary’s whim
To never forget his tactful enticing tear
At the expense of my sympathy grim
Am not headed for perpetual fall
For I’ve made out the trickery and malice in lair
Yesterday’s battle for crown in virtuosos’ hall
Really confirmed how emeritus victory and flair
Counteth not at the status quo
And that we can change yesterday’s outcome
If only we could be termed as the trio or duo
Of our grit and purged frolicsome
Selves
And so, whether magnate in our seedy residence
Or cognate to the salient diamonds
We shun perfection decadence
To only unmask dazzling splendid diamonds!
Categories:
squalled, analogy, deep, introspection, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Wild is the winding wind
blowing breezy gentle
blatantly bold unafraid
blustery brisk squalled
weaved whipping zephyrs
wreathing wriggled gales
whirlwind wafting chinooks
flurry fluttering tempest
fury fist furled typhoons
feisty folded twists
circling coiled distortions
cyclone current mistrals
curvy cued loops
chilling spiraled gusted breath.
Categories:
squalled, weather, wind,
Form: Blank verse
that's right, I'm packing
I'm strong, not lacking
but love is cracking
although I'm small
big dreams recalled
fantasies squalled
it bounces like a ball
against a wall
where love is scrawled
Categories:
squalled, introspectionlove,
Form: Monorhyme