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My thoughts bear me back
I can hear self speak
To mediocrity n’ tack;
Horror, how my words leak!
Hear me dish out
What I was handed
My worst - Infernal spout -
The vermin banded.
If I do live in me mind
What Paradise I expect to find?
Despite the daughter, my sole joy, laughter
What! Must my body travail
From rafter to rafter?
Then again, vermin mill round
I tap away, coroner profound
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
Why bemoan love’s loss?
To whose lot it may fall
Treat it akin to candy floss
One deprived may stand tall
When there’s no receipt
No dues are ever owed
Who never knew deceit
To him Gods have bow’d
What if sentiment
Is unrequited?
‘Tisn’t ornament
Cast off, de-spited
Loss of love is never an issue
Shun it, or plunge in anew!
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
Dry winds of monsoon rainless
Caress my little hair idly
Fire crackers acrid painless
Waft up quite widely
The elements treat me fine
Yes, they are all democratic
Often verging on divine
Tho’ folks call em lunatic
Bother not, friends
Folks are easily dumb
That’s how it ends -
Tom, **** and a thumb
Tho’ nothing might augur well
Keep being until groundswell
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Oh, come on, now
I am old, not gung-ho,
My limits at my door;
Stop sniveling, dumbo.
Can't look out for you
Tho' I'd commit anew
Every single day
That crosses my way
Can't keep it all turning gray
But, for you, yet I pray.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC