I recognize you in your entrancing diversity.
Float through the scent when the sun is sparky.
To plunge while hanging in the air on your head.
Each magnificent blossoming plant in the glade.
A fresh term starts as the former one withers away.
I'm vile by your demise, which neared firmly decay.
Sorrowful, Bees vociferate within the messy mass.
She is undeniably distraught as lies down to pass.
Why, goodness, you coerce this man in any way?
Reckless and ruthless, lacking care as the world decay.
Foulness and war are inciting Earth-wide total warming.
Wrecking the planet's core for our honey bees killing.
I'm sitting down now, fearful it will strike you again.
Your richness is valued by both lords and beggars, zen.
Nevermore will you trill in the hills and meadow.
Chimes won't loop during weddings, although now.
A world nearly breakdown, brought around by man.
Man-made droughts, lack of fertilization, and famine.
Written: February 12, 2022
Swarming my brain, muse’s ideas shrouded;
Never showing in the day;
Vociferate all night.
A Chauvinistic Ode
Written: by Tom Wright
1999
In days of old,
When Knights were bold,
And shuddered at the thought of laundry;
You could look around,
And nowhere was found,
A Knight such as me in this quandary;
But that olden day,
When Knights had final say,
Was before N.O.W. appeared on the scene;
Now the Maids dictate,
While Knight's vociferate,
It's a rock and our armor we're between.
Then, young maids would shriek,
As they trouped to the creek,
To beat clothes between two rocks;
It now sounds real sad,
But surely wasn't that bad,
Because then Knight's didn't wear socks.
However, in those Medieval days,
On her Knight she'd heap praise,
Her protectorate and true bread winner;
But now from work she returns,
And for yesteryear yearns,
Greeted by, "Sugar Plum, What's for dinner"?
Raging beasts in adventure,
Wild they all turn in glee,
Tempting a disaster,
Jumping to learn and flee.
Pounding down in music,
Tapping hooves to beat,
Snorting bulls of passion,
Trampling men in retreat.
Grunts to push and thunder,
Squeals with pleasures free,
Laughter play in gesture,
Tossed she shouts and agrees.
Kicking and crushed morons,
Vociferate their plea,
Fighters of arena,
Red cloaked Spanish to seek.
Hear her bodily captures,
Daze the bulls in raptures,
Bursting joy in surrender,
Cries this lone contender.
Look again at the gender,
Humbles the male offenders.
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