Hello August, Summers lonely lover
sitting in your chair on the edge of Autumn like a child scorned, pouting
how hard you are , God of War
How fiery your light burns , scorching us, even as it slowly dims
Nevertheless Earth will still turn, becoming the softness you swallowed once more
I want to be a stone in your field, watching the green grain grow into gold
Ill gather the sun and hold it in my belly keeping it out of your hands
To satisfy my restlessness and tease your terrible temperament
Every day I thread my way
along high wire tightrope,
strung between:
promise and doubt;
resolve and quit;
hold on and fall off;
with a safety net set out below to catch me.
But, try as I must,
I can't get the hang of it.
I can't get to the other side,
without falling into the net.
The task is too taunting,
taut and daunting,
even when I use a balance pole.
So Here's the Rub!
Perchance to Dream!
Scrub the Net!
Cruel
You call life cruel
What do you expect of it?
The thrills of it is taunting
That's what makes it cruel.
By Isaiah Akantere Asangalisah
sane story squashed
worn wanky clashed
wielded wits flung
leering lanky lust
strained sanity snogged
pilfering punctured pawn
voluptuous vie wept
cremating callous crest
bruised biddings belched
pruned passion puked
dark dribbles drooled
clutching crazed clue
wedged wiles wailed
taunting tampered trail.
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Note: Of tamed tale.
Haunting Trump Taunting
Haunting Trump Taunting
And over our heads vaunting
Appearance daunting.
Bad news am shearer
And again the sad bearer
Trump holy terror.
Party inviting
A President presiding
He should be hiding.
Always occurring
Politics and posturing
Some things still stirring.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
The splendor of her soul augments my interminable desires
Every osculation is a demonstrative of our unfurling fires
To say a tall tale might be my tormentor forever
To her my wobbling hands never says ever
Every time I fall into the ocean of her immature cerise,
My fervent heart melts to a mare berry
My life turns to a wild of mystery
I am falling into her tormented ferry
I cherish her unrivalled knowledge
Loving her unconditionally is my solace
Al rather my slice of her sledge
Forever I vow to dwell in her glorious palace!
With every touch I receive
My darkest scenes scream in unstinting glare
I outlook on the roof to give in but all I can see is my Eve
Honestly I fall short of what to say
Holding my fires is my only move
My soul dawns waiting to drink in her ocean
Or maybe I will wait till the end of time!!
Timing Rhyming Chiming Scorning For whom bell tolls timing rhyming ode Filthy sport chiming scorning the road
The many things that life can teach us
As emotions take hold
Of our minds, our souls
From the beginning, from the start
Our bodies, our spirits are pure at heart
When we realize where to begin
There is nothing but the hateful sin
We choose to see what we don't want
Creepy beings tease and taunt
You are my family my undying friends
From beginning to the end...
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