Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop
Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope
Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade
Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escalates
Sticking plaster, milky soak soothes, heat tempered
Compost bound bandaid quells Hell unrelented
Derma learns renewal, Nurse dresses fire sore victim
Tugged taut rawness fades, subsiding symptom
Nerida never administers synthetic medicine
She reassures peel press is healing essence
Piano punctuations plod, then pace, parade
Figaro notes frolick over keys, aural first aid
Choral cure prays perfect circle curse moon miracle
Stroking fingers fuse potato to patient, glue
Discarded skin glimmers in kitchen, hopeful sunbeam
Her burn potion infuses through bloodstream
6th May
Quick Recovery
Categories:
unrelented, absence,
Form: Couplet
Winning strength needs only modest display
Our triumph drawn from hunger within us
Rival forces bear relentless foray
Battle needs bold face of festered brilliance
With dogged raw tooth fight, brandish valour
Weapons are extensions of fortitude
Victors despite opponents' callibre
Our status of formidable renewed
Serving King, to idea of self - strangers
Fortess protection our blood's excitement
Unrelented vengeance takes couragous
Formation untouched behind our pikemen
Bravely defend her status, safe harbour
Cease attack when field strewn with cadavers
6th September 2020
Warrior Sonnet
Sponsor : John Lawless
Categories:
unrelented, celebration, character, history, horse,
Form: Sonnet
How Many?
That night within the garden lost,
How many tears were spent
In search of love at any cost?
How many hearts were rent?
Sin for a sin the coins were tossed!
How many lusts were vent
To quench the unrelented--mossed?
How many paid a cent?
In destination's final dross,
How many souls repent--
Escaping payment with The Cross?
How many knew Him sent?
~deborah burch©10/21/2006©
re-post 4/21/2012
Categories:
unrelented, allegory, faith, forgiveness, introspection,
Form: Quatrain
Family, friends struggle to transcend
a never ending battle to cope,
life drowns in a spiraling trend,
descending a viral slippery slope.
Irritable, confident, shifty and brash,
every morning begins with prayer.
Horded bottles of secretive stash
a surreal loss, in motionless stare.
Chosen path of a conscience feud,
torn from dreams of success,
persistently fueling a loathed mood,
chained to a fermented process.
Each day continuously frequented,
emotionless movements left unrelented.
Categories:
unrelented, life, sad,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme