#gander
a frazzle
was cold
pepper in
the cloud
that hydroponic
filament but
sink with
compost may
revere lent
with ammonia
as this
Evangelical was
the entitlement
of American
in Waterloo
with corporate
rain there
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
Meeting the foul faced fiend & foe we call death.
Lurking about looking for souls, a collector in the truest sense.
Mortals can be persistent,pondering away subsistence.
From death breaths life, a rotting coexistence.
There is nothing but bones left
A gorgeous array of decay
The splendor of existence lost
The amusement of resistance
Gandering at the reaper we can see life, and reflect
We may see many worlds, life in the blink of an eye, right before our death.
Try not to inject your morals for the minds you infect.
Is there ever really a time when there's absolutely nothing left?
In the world of your mind you must be the architect.
the worlds crumbling down. Your mind is yours to *****
There is nothing but bones left
A gorgeous array of decay
The splendor of existence lost
The amusement of resistance
The dead flower has more power than your wilted soul.
My knife has more life to watch death grow.
That broken glass a stones throw. You are Building up a rebels soul.
There is nothing but bones left
A gorgeous array of decay
The splendor of existence lost
The amusement of resistance
Nothing but bones. Such a gorgeous array. The splendor of existence.The amusement of resistance, and the foul faced fiend we call death.
Looking for souls. Morality they say.....
Mortals can be persistent.
pondering away subsistence.
Gandering at death we see life and reflect
Try not to inject your morals, minds you infect.
Is there ever a time when there's nothing left?
In the world of your mind, be the architect.
The dead flower has more power than your wilted soul.
My knife has more life to watch death grow.
That broken glass, stones throw. Building up a rebels soul.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
in romeo
will gather in street here
with gypsum bandeau
that might shed such fear
with our dilatory cling
only where he'll sing
but anywhere nigh
in romeo
if a basket of groupers
never taser hinds
still heed the call
whether love will shine
in romeo
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
my love is like a river where nights are like an owl
that glorify my lore if a riverbed only measure the toll
for our next day never is desire
but is evolving a latter reason
that we fight geese and flew below the weather
where a night ours melted together
though we'd treasure dawn again
and hither stave hunt here
whether it's a moonlight parade
as darkness edge the water again
my dire wicked life midst a fog in rain
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
It’s often of a christmas time
When words will dance to relish rhyme
To tell the story of demander
Sharp of dress – the proper gander
His monocle peers down at you
An eye for flight and finesse too
He flutters out about your heart
You want him but he’s so apart
Put your treasures at his Tod’s
His feathers flutter and he nods
But you’re so crass, so undefined
Your love for him is leagues behind
While you chase with mollycoddles
He’s dancing with the supermodels
A candle dinner, just for two
He’s sharing with Chanel, not you
Leave him be, for the common we
Are odious to one like he
The proper gander often finds
He’s chased for love by lesser minds
He once brushed his Boglioli
And told me that for Christmas Cindy
Would meet him neath the mistletoe
I should not call him, hard I know
So let this poem serve as warning
Do not follow your heart’s calling
When you see the great demander
Sharp of dress – the proper gander
And now that you are out the way
I’ll wait until that special day
For within the wrapping and the ribbon
I’m hiding ‘till I’m duly given
The postie will deliver me
To his doorstep and we’ll see
I’ll burst forth from the wrapping paper
For Christmas we will be together
He’ll choose me over other women
He’ll show a side he still has hidden
The other girls may chase romance
But faced with me they have no chance
For my ship has one commander
My love’s the world, he’s Alexander
Without him life would be much blander
How I want the proper gander.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC