*Image of Vertigo Exercise by MOAP.
Astuteness
Permitted
Nobel Ethical
Offering Pleasing Beaming
Positive Altruism Hostile Malady
Appalling Begging Cheating
Thievish Tricky
Forbidden
2022 August 07
Mindful Yond Caged Primate's
Categories:
thievish, character, imagery,
Form: Diamante
Deft tiptoing of enemy feet
Trails progress of this ink;
Such that when one word
I pen I must pose to think.
Usurping hand’s derailment
Detracts my scribblings too;
So when firing thoughts stir,
I lose lucid inspiration's glue.
Weirdest passions do this quill
Assail with craftiest forces still;
Turning minutes of finest Muse
Into dullest bouts the poet rues.
And so what might this scribbler
Do to halt such thievish assaults;
Decadent schemes blunting wits,
Shoving this bard to idler's faults?
Categories:
thievish, abuse, allegory, betrayal, conflict,
Form: Verse
All things good and va-a-aluable,
all progress great and small,
all folks small and ma-a-alleable,
the Dark Lord ate them all.
Defied the constitu-u-ution
launched media attacks,
abated persecu-u-ution,
of Mexicans and Blacks.
Colluded with the Ru-u-ussians,
told 15,000 lies,
shrugged off the repercu-u-ussions,
discredited his spies.
Caused economic ru-u-uin,
impeded world trade.
’Twas all the Dark Lord’s do-o-oin’
and hence — this here tirade.
Who paid off shady la-a-adies
and claimed he knew them not?
He’ll rot for this in Ha-a-ades
and lose the wealth he’s got.
Who tried to pressure Co-o-omey
till Comey blew the lid?
Made Alex Jones his ho-o-omey?
The Lord of Darkness did!
Discarded Kurdish re-e-ebels —
that bloated, thievish leech! —
as if they were just pe-e-ebbles
on Mar-a-Lago’s beach.
I could go on fore-e-ever
with my remarks so snide.
I’ll call it quits, howe-e-ever.
Let history decide.
NB. To the tune of the hymn "All Things Bright and Beautiful" (1848)
Categories:
thievish, humor, humorous, political, satire,
Form: Rhyme
I was raised by witches
That have a lot of itches
They brain glitches like crazy b*tches
They eye twitches like bunch of lying thievish.
They live in clutter like dirty b*thches.
They insult cause they are very old witches
Cause they men left them since they wh*re witches.
They like to threesome at times in other people's marriages.
They like to violate people children like childmolester freakiges.
They like a stocker cause they bunch of cracked itches.
I am really getting annoyed with this crazy b*tches.
I was raised by witches
That have a lot of itches
Its now I realize they my father crazy b*tches.
Halloween witches poem.
Categories:
thievish, funny, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Uncharmed by the bloom of fresh roses white,
I shall with the mute prop of unspeaking sticks,
Like a bored mollusk loathe my slowing walks;
And pine for eternal still with wee cursing clicks.
Uninspired by thrills of chart-topping songs,
And no longer revived by their lisping beats,
And aided by sad hammers and rioting tongs,
I soon shall fault all Earth and her tepid treats.
Not fresh world's trending fashion’s catalogues,
Nor its luring vogues in their cyclic monologues,
Shall this last pilgrim's going even slightly delay;
All men’s warmth unwanted obstacle in my way.
Thievish night's erstwhile dreaded gloom
Shan’t prove such a feared quieting tomb,
For her dusky shroud may better warmth
Spell than all sluttish breath's jaded cloth.
I’ll gradually disdain these slow-turning rounds,
And slowly uninterestedly rise to stiller grounds.
Categories:
thievish, adventure, allegory, death, happy,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Bat-blind to looming gripe and cold decay,
Clueless shoots jump onto life's gay stage,
Oblivious of Grim Fate's scything designs
That waste with disease and stealing age.
They wouldn't turn around and at once behold
Slowly waning sires with mean griefs to scold.
Youth's full plate such wanton cheers parades,
That no eye can see sly time's thievish shades.
Thus enchanted our pleasure-lured victims file
Onto glum podiums whereon their sires stood;
Dancing to selfsame tunes of deaded antiquity,
Decoyed by vanity's unedited rhythmical mood.
While earth's tetchy wheel of raw fun yet turns,
One in the numbed lot in death's embers burns.
To decry such brazenness by that spiteful foe,
Smitten hordes seethe and writhe in brief woe.
In the end every joy-craving dancer sadly goes,
And green offspring pop in to follow their toes.
Categories:
thievish, age, betrayal, christian, fear,
Form: Didactic
What conundrum lies under life's foxy rinds
That even the most adept eye seldom finds?
The surgeon's knife removes the outer coat
To see hard lids that mask the whole report.
Keenest pilots only fly far above the riddle
That fiercest submarines bypass beneath.
Your most bookish attorney all so discreet,
Skips the arcane page with clamping teeth.
Learned lecturing geeks with dense lenses on,
Awfully ruin that stealthy paradox's silent tone.
And though brainy engineers quite close come,
The lupine puzzle leaves them guessing dumb.
World's award-winning pens deal it a dismal try.
They weave airy scenes bereft of reality's touch:
With grisly folios wherein fictitious actors cry,
With thievish knaves who glut in clamiest loot.
Even the deepest learning by bipedaled types,
Shall not unearth existence's inscrutable lipes.
Categories:
thievish, adventure, allegory, christian, dark,
Form: Didactic
While snowflakes continue to fall,
upon a night pale as ghostly winter
I falter from my own distraught pause--
the hazy moon watches my young girl
a serene angel laying in starshine, on a bed
frigid cold with her tiny body
wrapped in fine linen and pink bonnet:
I could still recall her pupils tightening,
while through glimpses silent, my own mouth
utters, ' fight, my dear one, fight!'
Yet, her last gasp escapes a frozen outline,
those eyes blinking restlessly up high
as my fallen gazes droop at her gaunt form --
How this heart cleaves till screams rack
my own body with convulsive, inconsolable
anguish: this route to a thievish doom
makes me seethe, slam, screech at life
for my child's unborn dreams ...never to fly, ever.
It rains and a mantle of tears drown
upon her skin, my face in endless whys--
as I howl with night birds for the villainy of time.
Verses of Metaphors 3- RHYME OR FREE VERSE ONLY
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04.26.2019
Categories:
thievish, mother daughter, pain,
Form: Free verse
I plunge into the depths of sorrow
Without reserve or fear
The grief will come again tomorrow
So, I will tread quite boldly here
My heart, thievish for a prize so dear
To breathe its last against your soft ear
Then, transforming all my falling tears
To nectar for the flowers growing here
ALesiach © 06/25/2017
Categories:
thievish, grief, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme