vacation
if lost while on vacation
don’t succumb to vexation
instead enjoy new exploration
This verse offers such flowers,
gives them to us,
presents a vase of verse
so simply, yet with grace.
So simply, too, do we
receive them with that grace,
presented as they are
within this dainty vase.
Such a vase, with grace,
such flowers, with grace,
such a vase of verse
containing those flowers with finesse.
Why do we try so hard to create
verse for flowers and a vase
employing such a dainty voice
while we curse so much, oh yes, so much?
(Jul 2022)
Stress be gone, Stress be gone, Stress be gone
Periodt, Periodt, Periodt. Be gone, Be gone, Be gone.
Shake it off, Shake it off, Shake it off. Not today, Not tomorrow shake it off, Shake it off, Shake it off. Get out, Get out, Get out. Poof be gone, Poof be gone, Poof be gone.
where shall I run
if the dormant grass remains
to prick my bare soles
as I scurry to the other side
in pursuit of this child
whom I would give my very life
though her life may not mirror my own
the string in her hand
that balloon in the sky
seem so simple at sunset
the clouds they agree
not to deter this memory
with rain and fulmination
sunrays gleam and glow even more
the effect weighs heavily upon the skin
no need to compare the present with past
she trust her mother, her father, and the heavens
the twilight would never lie
but right and wrong can touch tomorrow
and when tomorrow touches her, I pray
it is with hands as gentle as mine
Ahhhhhh.... they make me so mad!
A fool, a buffoon, an unruly lad,
A prankster, a trickster, a tattler,
A gigolo, a lounger and an idler;
An imposter, a pretender and a loafer,
A party crasher, a tailgater and a golfer,
A boondoggle or a task of a tall order,
And the deals done under-the-counter!
I often tear my hair out at a silly pun
or at a smart aleck who can out-run,
A hoax or a scam drives me crazy
which is absurd, witless or sleazy.
But look into my eyes lovingly
and whisper sweet nothing softly,
Hold my hands and be pretty sexy
And oh ... Man, I’ll just go crazy!
~"What Annoys You?" contest by Frank Herrera.
There is a pounding
And the lungs forget to breathe
As lips softly touch
For love is the hearts domain
And a vexation of mind
Feel your blood bubbling under the skin
As an erupting volcano
At a scorching boiling point
Causing an intense rage
Seen in the behold
As beady eyes
Until you
Regain
Peace
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I've got a little problem
Some say it ain't so bad
But, yeah, I got a problem
I can't get you out my bed.
Hiding under my pillow
Or vanishing
Beneath the sheets
The blame I place
relates solely
to my need for relief.
I got a
Sexual fixation vexation,
How can I clear my soul?
Of this
Sexual fixation vexation
It owns my mind
and body whole.
The cessation
and alleviation
of the causation
of irritation
is the clarification
of information
or the realization
the situation
in contemplation
is a manifestation
without liberation
except termination
of your fixation.
I wrote this in 2003 and it was the first of it's kind known at the time.
Im trying
while hes lying
hes crying
while im dying
feelings are changing
and old ones are comming back
which makes up for all this stuff that i lack
just trying to find the strenth
to get through one more day
building up inside
this hurtings here to stay
-Spencer Coggsdale dedicated to Brandon Castillo
Now I feel jealous
Though I cannot explain why
Vexation; envy
My heart falls like rain
At the sound of your name
Tears of sadness fall softly from my face
Where tears of joy used to be placed
I can’t stand the feeling of losing you
I no longer fathom what I can do
Your love was what I used to sing
Now at the sound of your name my ears ring
It’s hard for me to find a smile to wear
When every time I turn around you’re no longer there
My skin feels lost without your touch
At times the sadness becomes too much
I miss all the dreams of which we used to speak
Now the thought of us makes my knees go weak
I can’t believe I thought all you said was true
I would’ve given up everything just to be with you
Everything must run its course so I’ll simply have to wait
For you to see all you’ve left behind; I just hope it’s not too late