#hire
An hour of fire
Catches sight and soul for hire
Pain recedes in light
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 11:59 AM UTC
Up to the limit
As they wish those bad things
Dreams haunting at mornings
Yes I dodged with excuses
Pushing to the limits
Yes I bailed out from a job
Hesitated to work
Just a hunch for liabilities to come
Only for this time
Hustling for the next time
Hope there is a next time
Like in queues over me
Though I need a lifting
Lifting Myself
Up to the limit
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
index finger of left hand
(likened to Michelangelo
meticulously chiseling away
at marble block), this poe
whit attempts to coax (zealously
tap into his latent indivisible quo
shunt, sans self imposed
quotidian literary endeavor slow
lee witnessing, an emergent
reasonably satisfactory, though
hooping unbeknownst readers
(perchance even a scribe from Yugo
Slav via) will only resort
to lard out positive unsolicited feedback,
yet this scrivener well aware
bluntness evokes
fulfillment loud and clear
inflating jowly machismo thru ether
narcissist quintessential rabid glare
unpretentious vain warbling yakking
zither plucking boastful demonstrably
fatuous haughtily immodest luminaire
dismissively smug,
sans literary endeavor aye share
thus, tis one objective when attempting
to corral rampant thoughts,
(that charge hither and yon, to and fro)
at pace of greased lightening tear
chasing hash-tagged elusive
Smokey and the Bandit
imp posse sub bull
back to the future of 1977 year
temporarily abandoning awoke
motive, i.e. initial challenge,
viz going for broke
to sweat blood and tears
digging deep within noggin, or choke
myself if merely draw blanks
versus (beginners blind luck), and evoke
accolades accidentally
tapping into creative
(qua literary) mother lode
joining belle lettres authored folk,
whose metier comprises compendium
of alphabetized words
receiving surprising windfall
asper pig in a poke,
novel idea after nostrils emit smoke
the amazing dragon
within (sol fully bellows)
finding me to feign taking a smoke
aware fame and fortune,
where a written best seller brings renown
can essentially only be verbalized
as a pipe dream from this clown,
who best **** sitter
living hard scrapple
(scrabble playing) hand to mouth shuffling
along (the littered boulevard
of rejection slips)
wearing out one after
another of me buster brown
shoes, perhaps posthumously
gleaning raving reviews,
where famous names
amidst cadre (espousing
wife fours smiting
social injustices extant loose
zing potential harmonic convergence,
whether gentiles or Jews
throughout all foursquare corners
of the world wide web
an economic eclectic diaspora,
where underbelly of civilization
pay heaviest ****** dues!
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
e're since dawn of civilization
being borne aloft in aerospace did excite
hence, Icarus myth popularized notion
to take winged flight
against principle of Physics
soared limitless height
away from temporal light
witnessed awesome might
into infinite night
realization to soar right
heavenly vault in spectacular sight
brainchild of genius minds left legacy
obeisance acknowledged
this hundred plus-year anniversary
aero planes success got off the ground
pardon comment appearing trite
Century21 elapsed since machines
attempt to remain aloft, where man made invention
glittered silvery white
beauty, grace and poetry in motion
excise Luddite trace despite
countless fatal crashes tragedy of loved ones
in fiery plight,
where corporeal ethereal, and groundswell right
lee invisible essences dwell and hover some place
maybe occupying a netherworld
with fellow at last count (seven) nymphs up
and at least one bubbly sprite
returning to Earth delivering
whipped miracles coolie and
Help ping prevent futures fiery disasters
many skeptic (like me)
ascribe phenomena to angelic intervention despite
such mirage, postage sized visage
Impossible to dispute quite
cuz soundcloud shields spectral savior air tight,
whence as mortal dusky Eve
twill firmly reveals if adherence valid
sans, via after death thar iz an in vite.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Poet for hire:
has a year-and-a-half’s full-on experience
likes metaphors
and similes that don’t make sense.
Will probably write poems about
weird things like grass, glasses
and corn.
Can write rhyming or non-rhyming
structured or not structured.
Will happily spend hours writing
and work overtime.
For more information, please call,
or send a note by
carrier pigeon.
(chocolate will suffice as payment)
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC