Gorgeous gracious gardens gaping
Riveting running rivers racing
Echoing effervescing enamoring endless
Adoring Angels accepting attendance
Towering tranquilising trees tremendous
Eloquent equilibrium euphoric exile
Surrendering silence sustaining smile
Comfortably calming content consciousness
Attracting acoustical ambiance autonomous
Pleasurable pensive pondering paradise
Exuberant ethereal eyes entice
Jan.08.2020
Great escape Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Categories:
tranquilising, earth, nature, silence,
Form: Acrostic
Born on the 29th in August company,
Lucky for you, I wish it were me.
You broke away to claim your own.
In those formative years good seeds were sown.
On silken strands and velvet strains,
Creating “History” breaking ancestors chains.
At last he’s found a place to rest,
God’s mighty test meant for the best.
Changing features with many morphs,
Tranquilising all the global scoffs.
A dancing sprite from black to white,
The rise of black power, a show of might.
With a stage presence amazing,
Fans eyes all so glazing;
Music uprising, while others were phasing.
Never one to give up hope,
Using your talent and tremendous scope.
We’ll miss you for sure if expecting more,
At the peak of your years, you gave us the pure.
I have little to offer, and lot less than I’d like,
The least I can do, is to say a belated;
HAPPY - BIRTHDAY - DEAR - MIKE.
- Prince Freakasso (Artist & Poet)
Categories:
tranquilising, dedication
Form: Light Verse
Born on the 29th in August company,
Lucky for you, I wish it were me.
You broke away to claim your own.
In those formative years good seeds were sown.
On silken strands and velvet strains,
Creating “History” breaking ancestors chains.
At last he’s found a place to rest,
God’s mighty test meant for the best.
Changing features with many morphs,
Tranquilising all the global scoffs.
A dancing sprite from black to white,
The rise of black power, a show of might.
With a stage presence amazing,
Fans eyes all so glazing;
Music uprising, while others were phasing.
Never one to give up hope,
Using your talent and tremendous scope.
We’ll miss you for sure if expecting more,
At the peak of your years, you gave us the pure.
I have little to offer, and lot less than I’d like,
The least I can do, is to say a belated;
HAPPY - BIRTHDAY - DEAR - MIKE.
- Prince Freakasso (Artist & Poet)
Categories:
tranquilising, death
Form: Light Verse