tedium
overspills
cloaks
the passive,
subsumes &
drains
candour
waylays
credo,
suppresses
the vibrant,
the ardent
wihin..
.. dies..
Categories:
waylays, life,
Form: Verse
I drop my guard and rabble raps my door
Which welcomes no anachronistic arrays
To dampen the mood on my floor.
I watch on the beach as she reaches the shore
Where in remorse for me she prays
Cos I drop my guard and rabble raps my door.
Next, deep recesses in my mind roar
When on my heart spirituality she sprays
To dampen the mood on my floor.
I pick myself up although I feel sore
Gladys, by dint of pleas, my fears allays
As I drop my guard and rabble raps my door.
In a twist of fate, I dig deep into my stamina store
Hoping my reluctance Gladys no more waylays
To dampen the mood on my floor.
Tired but fired up, I opt to organise the cheesy chore
When in the end Gladys my silence slays
As I drop my guard and rabble raps my door
To dampen the mood on my floor.
Categories:
waylays, poems,
Form: Villanelle
Glutinous IT oozes, seeping IT displays
Odious IT's intent, to trap and waylays
Onwards to IT's purpose, IT suffers no delays
As darkness descends, IT could be end of days
IT circuitously trapped us, in IT's complex ways
Grotesquely IT's inhuman, as our skin IT flays
Contest:- BOO
10/11/17
Categories:
waylays, dark, halloween,
Form: Monorhyme
forgiveness, may, me, spoken word, word play, writing, game
OH FOLDERAL AND FIDDLE-DE-DEEDS! ©
Polite use in ‘words’ does astonish----
Creating a good reference when stated…..
But ‘red tape’ always ensues.
Going about ‘knotting’ a halt to its very ‘charm’----
Waylays ‘to question’ on just how ‘sincere’ is it given?
Unmemorable accounts of ‘dueling’ rallies could go on----
Jostling clashes to and fro if politeness was amiss…..
Just to come to an arranged ‘agreement’ of sorts----
Which is all that is questioned at the beginnings.
Excuse me, allow me; pardon me, if I might and forgive me---
Oh, how should I word this to ‘stream’ in a correct polite manner?
It becomes all, but a game of charades ‘with words’!
While with our ‘tongues in cheeks ’and as ‘puppeteers’---
We frequently are ‘played upon’….
To life’s folderal and fiddle-de- deeds!
Categories:
waylays, forgiveness, fun, may, me,
Form: Verse
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Poems by Joyce wolayo : 3 / 5
« I Wish I Had Died Too
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Raped
I feel like a hopeless animal
That would be a useless dog
That mated with two other
Annoying animals
In a beastly fashion too obscene
To swallow into silence.
Their eyes eat through my skin
Their hands tear down my clothes
I feel like a useless tin
Only useful to the greedy eyes
Of a rapist who lies
And strangles my neck
He cheats and abstracts justice
He hides and waylays when its dark
My feelings have become
The feelings of a prisoner Like a bird in a cage
whose wings Are useless to flee
whose wings could have flown to freedom
I feel like a half eaten bone
Thrown to the wild dogs
My tears run like an overflowing river
In vain because it’s too late
To save my dignity in the hands of those
Who tear my clothes apart.
Categories:
waylays, abuse, anti bullying, gender,
Form: Ballad
The vigil of mirth and praise
Hopeful and prayerful arms raise
Alms to the creator of our days
New gratitude for his generous outlays
Kindness and mercy he endlessly displays
Scepter with which he guards our pathways
Goodness and grace to usward relays
Inspiration and devotion that our soul sways
Votive offerings heavanward sashays
In humble adoration our heart assays
Never-ending virtue our benefactor portrays
Guiding beacon that each aspiration doth appraise
Deciphering then correcting our misguided forays
And every weakness and frailty butresses with underlays
Year's sins, he pardons and the immediate penalty waylays
Categories:
waylays, devotion
Form: Acrostic
Animosity
Hatred among men
Waylays righteous progression.
Life twiddles away.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
Categories:
waylays, angst, life
Form: Senryu
An ape to date voluptuous black body,
Surly you must be crazy,
The half breed genetically modified;
From planet of the apes,
Waylays to embarrass Go-ogle search engine,
New Hollywood Entity?
Seeks a fine suitor from the human race,
For her first seduction trial,
Successful entrants shall win her as bride,
And the human one for free,
Dumbfounded I stare at her healthy body,
Avoiding the fearful face,
Truly fall in love with the human girl,
A fair complexioned beauty.
On our first meet I close my eyes to dream,
Feel fingers over wide molds,
Pushing her away as I open eyes,
Shriek to avoid the chimp kiss.
Wake up boy or you will make us all late,
Cries my Mom wipes the sweat,
Forget the fearful dream and remember,
To take the solitaire ring.
Later I ring my wife-to-be's finger,
And take a peek at her face,
Thank God for the 'free one' in my true life,
The other still chills my dreams.
Categories:
waylays, life
Form: Free verse