If you are going to swarf, swelt, black out or swoon
Please do it outside under Dracula’s moon
Too many drama queens are in this house already
Thanks to the eight daughters of Arlene and Freddy
But if you are going to help with the housework
Then come on down, and join me, for you do not irk
I am tired of princesses who will not lift a finger
They are the ones who never leave, perpetually linger
Categories:
swelt, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
"Non-intervention by others or by other means than natural causation, accords the many hither before you the pain of death, and the many hereafter the pleasure of eternal life, " ...by The Poet.
formation fleeting forgiving ~
swelt sunset surrendering
drooping dusk dying ...
crying crescent cessation
traumatic twilight terminates ...
named numerated nullified
remains respite respected ~
shallow space shadowing
masking midnight mummified
permanent passage paradise ...
Categories:
swelt, analogy, death, life,
Form: Grook
My mind is up to trickery,
to find the words like chicory,
rhyme them with words like hickory,
and keep this poem going.
Rarely do I know,
which way the ink will flow,
how far the words will go,
and exactly what they're showing.
But something must be said,
to keep at bay my head.
So visions can't be seen and felt,
like the swelt upon the dead.
Forgetfully remembering,
unlearnedness of soul.
Restless forever searching,
out things I think,
I do not know.
I must stop this fire here,
I must stop,
and drop,
and roll...
Categories:
swelt, funny,
Form: Rhyme
A hero is just that lost in the suace proned to devastation
A barrage of intense flames loosed in its politically incorrect agenda
Sought back the upheavel with a smile still to know all the great while
A chalice is just that in some absurd excursion plotted to the extreme
The inevitable remedy with hearts on the upswing
Through the complacency proned to decency
The upmost honesty to endeavor the braided swelt of heat
In an illusion prond to twilight fantasy in its eternity
The inner plight of justification & sensitivity
Gone our the days we used to frolic in a haze
Today we are all being stuck inside a maze
Shattered dreams in the notion of fright to sight
In scrambled eggs inside the equation
You base your logical theories on the basis of regret
All the hero's and legend we knew as a child have left
In random discourse,
We felt the sound of innocence in the right perspective
Shattered fragments in their devastation in dreams
A flight of fancy & brevity
The cause of charity
In its equated logical fashion We absorbed the extremitites
Many today suffer in silence amidst its blindness
With temples of gloom shattered fragments in their room
Lost!
Categories:
swelt, adventure, art, childhood, depression,
Form: Free verse