Stare all over, O World, you scarcely utter.
Bear stalwart angels to arise over the air tugger.
Odoriferous water may abscond the realm of prosily.
Such as the Goddess of Heaven perpetrates an odyssey,
Please, Lord, I pray you are aware of my plea heed.
The blunder I committed thwarts a significant need.
My wickedness is crucial to fade as it's such a bigwig.
I aspire that everyone will stay ready for the callow sprig.
My trudge to the palatial gateway has formally begun.
I'm embedded in the exacerbated curse greaten.
We embody no faith in eliciting heavenly mercy.
And will do it as soon as I can from a gallows tree.
My mighty task was a cipher accredited to splendor.
Plus, the angels yielded me their smoldering ember.
They allotted me munificently for their rare care, too.
Failed my mystical prowess to beckon them, they mellow.
Below kaleidoscopic bulwarks or in a raving creek,
In bosom nirvana, we withdrew the draughty bleak.
I earned a lasting bliss than one could dream.
And I willingly sieve to share my peaceful stream.
Written: December 15, 2021
A STRAND (DEC 26) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
tugger, allusion, angel, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
From the far distance blue and red lights flashed
Hearing the news my heart full of surly disease
A lumpish venomed puking stir in me dashed
The soft quiet cries in the night never cease
Seeing your mangled beaten face gave me a fright
This ill-breeding son of gun has a death-token
Even in my nightmares made me not want him in my sight
Heartless cold blooded beast cannot be woken
My dismal-dreaming brain thinks you want his baggage
You and him are not meant to be married
Because of the devil our hearts are full of luggage
His leftover baggage is none that needs carried
After the villainous rude-growing hugger-mugger
Sins and lies are still my life tugger
Categories:
tugger, abuse, anger, conflict, how
Form: Sonnet
A tugboat named Mary
Was towing a barge.
The tugger was little;
The tuggee was large.
They glided on past
As the sun hit the river,
With engines a’chugging,
A load to deliver.
I marveled at Mary,
So cool and in charge,
Using all of her might
Just for hauling that barge.
It doesn’t much matter,
I’m sure you’ll agree,
If the strength and the stamina
Stem from a “she.”
Proud Mary is out there
To prove without fail
That for fortitude, one
Doesn’t have to be male!
Categories:
tugger, inspirational, work,
Form: Rhyme