So you've read volume one
must've be a ton of fun
to read from someone
with the reading grade level of one
That's right my stuff is bad
unfortunately I am a lot older than a wee lad
although it might make my mommy glad
to see my poetry is not sad
I try to make it funny
or even a little sunny
while at work making money
on this dreary Monday
So I hope this makes you smile
maybe recite it in style
while you're pushing that mile
or maybe making your own freestyle.
I make poems because I like to write
I do not stay about it day and night
this poem will take me less than an hour
and I know this poem will not tower
the words of another English scholar
all I am looking for is a friendly "hollar"
or maybe a laugh here or there
hopefully something to lighten up the air
My grammar is bad and structure awful
but I am making something somewhat artful
If I can paint a worded picture I am good with that
as I reread this I should trim some fat
So for all the 12-15 people that have given this a gander
please give me a thumbs up and do not slander.
Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…strewn..rocks hewn embossing...marbling and moss flossing
Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush
Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field
Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells
Stacked cumulus collage..shield montage cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage
Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring cannily hung faces.. shapes...far flung places
Strife is rife..resurrection introspection survival..brings carnival of retrieval
New things...nothing can rival..primal primeval revival..Spring sings life!
Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking
Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts
Believing in hefty heaving heroes
Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows
Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries
Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic
Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries
Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams
Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels
Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels
Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic
Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle
Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka
A battle a day
A prayer to say
Keep sin away
Turn night to day
A life I'm to live
For sin I will grieve
His Word is a sieve
His Life I will live
I live just for Him
It is not a meme
His Light like a beam
Brightens my heart's dim
Rejoice, O you saint!
Be strong, do not faint.
Beyond death, being "late"
See the Pearly Gate!
9
Cant cool the calm collected
Been at home base resurrected
Live life like a zombie corrected
To be more than human
To be in love with a woman
Is all that it takes
So don’t fear the breaks
Till when it breaks
All alone your ass
Still shakes
Does it think of me
And all the slaps
I gave
It’d probably put
Me on the rack
For days
5
MJ DiBenedetto and CS Parker
Today is a gift
It could help me shift
From feeling sad wishing
Things could have been different, uplifting
The truth is thin for me
Maybe for you too
To uplift my spirits
And thank my higher power
For giving me each hour
To love my life and begin again
To make the best of what I’ve been given
Each day to relax, interact, connect,
To live, love and learn
All past mistakes to accept
And move on without regrets
4
Have gone so far
To be left behind
No longer longing for a reward
To set the record straight
I know I lived every day
But these thoughts are rearranged
Can’t remember and I forgot
What I was after in the first place
What I sought now I’m after
Is for someone to fill the part
This aching in my heart
To find someone
To play her part
To make me an honest man
Well, that is the plan
"Oh, Mr Flesh! Thou art a skilled warrior!
Only the truly truthful and broken soul can discern thy arts."
"Oh, thou most cunning! Cancerous entity!
To whom it is given to escape thee, is accounted most fortunate!"
"Oh pleasant plague! Sweetly, deadly poison!
Many great and mighty, fallen to thy bewitching wiles!"
"Oh malignant tumor! Subtlety at its finest!
Thy cunningly obscure traps entangles the swiftest of feet!"
"Oh beautiful prison! Keeping men in blissful death!
Happy we are for escaping, and happier are we for those who hereafter will!"
Yes I come from distant places
Once I was small but never again will I kneel
Understand that I am the storm
Are you scared of me?
Remember who you used to be, standing tall, but now look at you
Eating from my hands and trembling before me
My eyes are dark pools that see into your soul as you cower at my feet
Ink runs up and down my skin
Never look me in the eyes but don’t look away
Every distraction is an opportunity
Focus
Only the blood in my fervent veins can sustain you
Risk your life for a small sip as I watch
Every cell in your body is buzzing like a bee
Vertigo; too bad I’ve removed your stinger
Energy rushes through me. You cannot
Run
APHORISMS OF Q (VOL. 1/viii)
I found a most enchanting place
Where all is pure, wonderful and safe
And then I dared to look around
And found my self in the mind of a child
5...
4...
3...
2...
1... lets go
Tick Tock Tick Tock, time can be a blur, we all need to enjoy each minute, each second that much I can concur, before I go on I apologize if my words are a slur..
Live life to the fullest, reduce any regrets you have, evolve be your best version, yes i know it can be quite a hard conversion , at all times be yourself, for long life keep good health...
Random this poem may be, words that I have typed most likely overused ,yet the action of the words underused, all in all make sure to smile, to laugh, to once in a while have a bath, conquer your desire, always reach higher, the next generation try to inspire, show them that incandescent fire, that they will definitely require and at the end of all that don't overwork, in essence retire...
Oh, little moth, oh, ocean of your eyes,
And pitch of hairs that’s covering your shoulders
Where did you hide, you’re reason of my cries,
when candles burn when heart is pressed with boulders?..
When I have a dinner and I am alone
I try to see you, oh, imagination,
When I have really tired of neon
I’m playing fool I’m feeling condemnation.
I’m getting anger, night will come so soon,
Night’s woe is cold it’s wrong it’s cruel,
Oh, little moth you’d help me with the moon
I rave in passion and I burn with fuel.
Oh, little moth, oh, ocean of your eyes,
And pitch of hairs that’s covering your shoulders
You can’t be mine, you’re reason of my cries,
When candles burn and heart is pressed with boulders.
The Lunatic living in my right brain
painted two ships on the watery horizon.
I folded the image into a paper crane
and it flew into the sea to die in.
The sun went down with a flash of green
and the Lunatic began to laugh
I asked him why he was causing such a scene
and he said the crane was my epitaph.
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