Gord

2017-11-14 07:03 am

Traversing the forest,
Lakelands' Adonis denies support,
A life abridged, lies purported,
Rhymes dismissive,
Current from shore;
Spies thwarted, imported, 
Assorted, awarded, 
Escorted, extorted, 
Aborted, recorded;
Rewarded as kings,
Buried like swords.

Verse, chorus,
He is upon us,
Life no more warm;
Files, less security,
Flies less than before.

Gord

2017-11-03 12:07 pm

Fanciful dreams idyllic,
A World kept inside,
Drinking of the streams,
Field workers denied;
Hands tied, perch supplied
Arms raised and sullied,
Ashen as the skies;
Blinking in acceptance,
The step child pummeled,
Guised as it is wired,
More ignorance desired,
So says the child;
Father humbled:
To be eaten by lions,
He mumbles and flies,
The world a mystery,
He inevitably hides.

Gord

2017-10-25 11:35 am

Perhaps one day I will garner respect,
Socializing among my colleagues apt,
Buried in a monocle and top hat,
My money just as monopoly, amateurs.

Gord

2017-10-19 08:56 am

Pond upon oceans,
A death of water,
Little men upon thrones,
Their hearts of flower,
My life but a tome,
My life a tower;
Stairs to climb,
With life inactive;
Above the clouds,
Time spent sunburnt,
Cowards;
My designs immaculate,
Eating flies as flax,
Confusing images,
In place of facts.
Again the future lost,
Pipes accost the ground,
The ice storm comes;
Some go into town,
Some stay lost,
Together same,
Both die apart.

Gord

2017-10-18 11:50 am

I have concepts for days,
Metaphors for four hours,
And wordplays for wakes.
I'm not bragging,
I'm just impaired,
Flawed above the mane.
Miscarrying paper knowledge,
Cutting loves careless arms.
She finds herself wanting,
Hair flowing, river forming,
Learning is her sophism,
So she lies until tomorrow,
Feigning disinterest ursury,
Tales of cursory, courtesy.
A verse aloft in the clouds,
Sounds out to an empty crowd,
Life of deception floundered.
World as in twitching flour,
Face equal, equivalent arms,
She curtsies and bows, turns;
Runs away, her face as ours.

Gord

2017-10-13 11:32 am

Florian mispronounced completely,
Adding elles and a monarchy,
Standard wordplay misused efficiently.
Soap of the mind, floss of the horse,
Cutting our teeth on useless fleece.
Forgetting their needs, people worsen,
Fleeing to worlds sincere yet fleeting.
Spying, leaving decrying yourself not,
Received to cheering regardless,
Archean and poor as thoughtforms are.

Gord

2017-10-05 09:29 am

No honor or Bravery,
Mulled over too long,
Followers betray,
Feelings astray amongst.
Lay waste upon their pores;
Their universe stainless,
Faces like rust;
No steel to steel,
No virtue of thievery,
To steal regardless;
Complacence unjust;

Gord

2017-09-28 04:57 am

Feelings in her heart,
Apathy of mind lost,
The world desired,
Earth forgotten,
Therefore pursuant of swine,
Love begotten.

Reading of foreigners,
Yet her poetry declines,
Like Vines, Fine Wines,
Rhyme lines her mind;
Obsessive of forewords
 and forever afters;
Useless goodbyes,
Given in poor wording.

Forgotten is passion,
For words and order,
A husband mastered,
A wife only borrowed.

Gord

2017-09-20 04:07 pm

So sits a homely giant,
Face sagged into manic,
Stone eyelids and mask,
Seeing the world as past,
He undoes his passing;
Leaving literal caves,
Only breaching a cage,
Mitigating his laugh,
He upstages his own fate,
Teaching pupils who stay afraid,
Egg on his dress,
Stag of the forest,
Unwashed, unclean.

Walls silver and platinum,
A giant horse still gaits,
Walks circles then defecates,
Sleeping soundly until dawn;
Enemies however struck down,
Their laughter an afterthought,
Justly he can run far, fast,
Never figuring in absence,
Filling him with maxims silly,
Father pays the bills,
He lives simply.
Simply living a masquerade,
To hide a face so pimply.

Gord

2017-09-15 08:35 am

Piles until the top,
Flies at the skirt,
Pillars of salt,
 of the Earth,
Turtles until bottom,
Fire wherever we are,
Hide whenever lightning strikes,
Deserts eventully finds someone,
Living flame among life is hard.
There is no benchmark for him,
Spent onward is his life quiet,
A ball aptly palmed by oneself, 
Never failures, tailored farewells,
Jokes of the eyelids,
Mind less apt for aperture,
So he mocks and chides,
Fixated on the comical.

Gord

2017-09-12 09:42 am

Swords filed down to soot,
Roses thrown at their feet.
No proof of their misdeeds,
Long Forgoing unlikely heroes,
The Earth rolls on it's shape,
Divides by zero then escapes,
Sequence complete,
Even if it seems short of an era.

Could I program a world so full hate?
Only more divisive,
 with my heart to feint on;
Should I find a brush to paint,
I could not,
Nor would I make clay forms,
And force them to mate,
As Satan does.

Who more lovingly than I,
Is timed less?
I would laugh at the sheer thought.
Cakes of dirt and mud pies,
Fed to a princess,
For the world outside she knows not of,
What a austere world to take from.

Gord

2017-09-07 02:05 pm

Farmer Fred drinks a handle,
To quell his anger,
Slamming ramblings on us all.
Although he sleds like fire,
Down doorsteps into the wall:
To chill out angry.