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Chance Bishop Jan 2010
Lying cold and prone in corpescent repose
Stripped bare of all earthly clothes
No flattering gown or suitcoat fine
Nor soul from sightless eyes does shine
All cajolery and wisdom long since fled
Biles and humours and all machinery dead
The fresco of person in living years painted
With frowsty breath and ideas blood-tainted
Has, in joining this burgeoning army, crumbled
As cheek-rouge faded, the persona humbled:
Under wakeful eyes the snail is known by its shell
But the naked and the dead know each other well.
Michael Dec 2018
We hide behind words and rhymes
All along wondering what's on each others minds
So it is with this poetry
I romance her with cajolery
Windy blowing the silk sails from the mast
Over the little man in the canoe waves will crash
Then it's bombast
And bomb blasts
Down the halls of this woman
On the walls of this woman
(To take a ride on this carriage
It must undulate during marriage)
Copyright 2018
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Carnal cajolery
Tropical and agglutinative brawn,
We shalt make amour' til the morn'
And not wake til the next dawn!!!
JP Goss May 2014
Often, in the day, the tickle begins its havoc
One where the answers my head rested on
Beget those questions anew,
Begetting more questions, their answers, too
I, with upright, beating breast, am fit to take on such a feat
To sing out fame and knowledge in the streets,
They shall know what I mean,
The truth is all and everything I mean.
Wracked by what seems a natural progression
From confident concreity to existential congestion
And subdued by chiasmatic coughing fits,
Beginning with the first, ending on the last
Confounded by the night where last may come first,
I got to bed discomforted, a few shots in me,
Knowing not what to blame: me or everything,
Who is it that makes no sense?

Staring at the dreamy ‘scape
I can see the algorithmic lynch pin
Taper off and down
Fantasies, angels spread their wings
And marvelous oceans rend
There at the bottom, or there in the sky,
Or in their middle-way
Is the delible surface with wanting cajolery
Written across it, “thou may.”
is actually Facebook,
take a
look see and you'll find
pottery
cats
mice
poetry,
cars, rats, more cats, dogs
wetland bogs
highland flings
podcasts
rants, raves,
pictures of graves
photographers
cartographers
goldsmiths
people called Smith,
my poetry,
more pottery
it's all a flamin' lottery
keep scrolling
eyes rolling yet?
they will be,
more cats
cookery
jiggery-pokery
mockery
sincerity
cajolery and
****** me this list goes on
and even if we keep at it
we'll never reach the end.

press post and send.
Ali J Feb 2020
Swallow that sweet liquor and lose yourself as the parties commence

Pick your poison. Throw it back and close your eyes.

In the moment, can’t we just live under the influence?


Raves become spirit proprietors--the taste both hypnotic and immense

It doesn’t cost that much to gain access to a drunken paradise--

Take a shot then: swallow that sweet liquor and lose yourself as the parties commence.


Sapphire seduction: its titillating flavor represents--

Cajolery between men and women: their decisions mischievous and unwise.

Occupy an empty room and intertwine, for can’t we just live under the influence?


Never will the very concept of drinking alcohol make sense

Soft or hard liquors called spirits but demons in disguise


Utterly entranced by that sweet liquor we swallow when parties commence



Morning break is near, closing the last glass of champagne effervescence


Everyone returns home, kissing the sweetness of sin goodbye

Using that alluring taste, we regrettably ask, “Can’t we just live under the influence?”


So the irresponsible gather at the local bars again, abolishing all common sense

Aroused and intoxicated by the chance to escape our meaningless lives:

Liquor… that sweet liquor we swallow when parties first commenced

Let your troubles go for just a moment: live under the influence.

— The End —