Que hablo Diablo?
I missed that metaphor;
All the smoke and mirrors,
crazy like Dead Man’s Curve;
Head on crash, it figures;
Que hablo Diablo?
Your tongue sounds so foreign;
It’s way too seductive,
listeners lose control;
Is chaos the motive?
Que hablo Diablo?
Why’d you break your silence?
Is it my fire you want?
That righteous part of me
described as termagant?
Que hablo Diablo?
You’ll never be granted
the key to full access;
I have an armored shield
built of poet’s madness.
Categories:
termagant, emotions, feelings, poets,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
Snow chickens dust the high moors.
White partridges grounded by rain
crouch and huddle
burrow into the gorse
then as if forgetting the storm
they heave up into the wet air
just a little way
just enough to
cluck, bluster, and rattle,
then to settle back
scolding and flustered
as only termagant ptarmigan
can.
Binoculars tight to eyes,
soaked, ankle deep in mud -
chilled to the bone.
Highland cattle
stare back blankly
as if I were just another
silent P.
Categories:
termagant, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Snow chickens dust the high moors.
White partridges grounded by rain
crouch and huddle
burrow into the gorse
then as if forgetting the storm
heave up into the wet air
just a little way
cluck, bluster, and rattle,
only then to settle back
scolding and flustered
as only termagant ptarmigan
can.
Binoculars tight to eyes,
soaked, ankle deep in mud -
chilled to the bone.
Highland cattle
stare back blankly
as if I were another
silent P.
Categories:
termagant, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Triumphant in God* midst challenges, grievously dominant
Vibrant will-power prevails in being spiritually jubilant
Radiant is my faith, brightened by truth, scripturally elegant…
Arrogant heart is smitten by meekness, vanquishing the termagant
Vigilant soul keeps me reaching-out as Christ’s prayerful striving servant.**
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
**1Corinthians 7:22 For he that is called in the Lord, being a servant, is the Lord's freeman: likewise also he that is called, being free, is Christ's servant.
August 27, 2019
7th place, "Writing Challenge 3, August 2019- Five Lines"
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode; judged on 8/28/2019.
Categories:
termagant, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form: Monorhyme
21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.
Categories:
termagant, christmas, people, rain, day,
Form: Ballad
21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.
Categories:
termagant, christmas, people, rain, day,
Form: Ballad
this will be a work in progress...with my b horror film afficienado friend
john....suggestions under comments welcome:
For near two hundred years
The house spewed death
And fear among the land
All tenants died horrible early deaths(TB)
The first, a young termagant Virago,
many a foolish man,
walked through her door
never to walk out the same. (Christy Hardy)
For their tongues became lame,
They would not speak her name
Their eyes never focused again as well
After having been through such hell(TB)
And profane prayers to
The Evil One,
Are whispered in her halls
Ghostly visions of
Sin and depravation,
Curl within the mists
of misery witnessed there-in.
Categories:
termagant, death, fantasy, imagination, mystery,
Form: Dramatic Monologue