My, how wamburdsly vett skitterelees
yammer in modduskwom, sutty slivers,
every pop muddleskiddly of red-orange,
in zakrum, zezzledop, vixaddamoth blur!
To see maxfluppinnes' purpled zizum,
at tillaradoom jazzowdline's tyll sass;
in pithy, murldizzily, gibborton ullius,
of dizzledop, rose, klixmuth contrast!
Exotion blue, wivern tuqlore so green,
and aximinuthy, of gold deemeried yox;
in burgundy-brown, tardily gimmixles,
and darkly, zimmery, villy moon shocks.
My, the wimpledug, lulliate, sable sith,
the gimminy, pinkly zappers of swiftly.
'Midst tealish, flimmering, lilac flitters;
smoking, floxam, hegemsity-a mystery!
Categories:
zappers, beautiful, color, mystery, nature,
Form: Vogon Poetry
I remember georgia with her hair
curled up in a summer dress.
bug zappers hung in porches
let the humid air curl down further,.
Sitting there or over here next to you watching
the neon apostolic ghost gather in its congregation.
Mesmorized by the inability of the local insects not
to stay away from the light.
Suicidally brilliant in a quick flash gone forever..
Categories:
zappers, allegory, yellow,
Form: Ballad
velvety bat wings
flutter within night shadows~
Bonfires keep burning
Categories:
zappers, adventure, animals, nature, science,
Form: Haiku
If I were to look at
All my past life
My painful frightful beginnings
All the mistakes
All the tragedies
All the things I should have prevented
Those that could not have been helped
If I look at it all
As only a beginning...
As it was
Only a cocoon that I went into...
And I worked myself
Back out of it
Through all the suffering and tragedy
I grew stronger and stronger
And when the proper time came
When I was sufficiently strong enough
I would break through all that I was
To become all that I could be
To emerge the new...
The transformed...
But do I become the beautiful butterfly
Sucking sweet nectar
And bringing joy to all who see me
Or will I emerge the moth
Not quite so beautiful
And feeding off of clothing
A nuisance to society
And drawn to things that will kill it
Like flames and bug zappers
No, it is certain
I will no longer crawl around small and helpless
Like a caterpillar
But instead I will fly high and free
But will my tragedy
Have turned me beautiful
Like the butterfly
Or will I still be drawn
Like the moth
Or like the dog to its own vomit
To that which will continue to destroy and kill me
Categories:
zappers, allegory, angst, animals, introspection,
Form: I do not know?