Gord
2017-12-29 12:45 pm
He writes fights, such sadness, Insult poetry, of life invalid, Views fantastic, mantelpieces. Cameras and angles fandangled, Manic as the fan they turn. Misunderstandable, as most magic. Penned plans turn older, forever, Less recognizable, less clever, Done before.
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Gord
2017-12-27 10:00 am
Amateur poet, ultimate, Heroic, stoic, slowest, Everything rhymed about, Hopeful of inchoate. Chum of the lake, think, Who is the wake for? Dead men living pale, or those living, Mouth agape, ailing, Flailing their limbs, Scene akimbo, Fare unanswered, Meter fake. So they take what is mine, Question pondered, What is life plastered? Humanity mastered, Time honored, or is it a last laugh, before dying afterward? Poets lie yet find alms, Measured footsteps bald, Words lifelessly clever, Heart hard to hold palm; Old arms to old arms, Adages stolen loved upon; Bard holy, arch golden, To carve lonely, Barns beholden, Nothing nobel. Par normally, like poultry, To starve colts. Ark art, Swan gone, Dark garb, lark fawned, Opposite of his mind, He finds laughter, Chapter after chatter, Chancellor gone; He defines pattern, An afterthought.
Gord
2017-12-25 08:13 am
Amateur poet, ultimate, Heroic, stoic, slowest, Everything rhymed about, Hopeful of inchoate. Chum of the lake, think, Who is the wake for? Dead men living pale, or those living, Mouth agape, ailing, Flailing their limbs, Scene akimbo, Fare unanswered, Meter fake. So they take what is mine, Question pondered, What is life plastered? Humanity mastered, Time honored, or is it a last laugh, before dying afterward? Poets lie yet find alms, Measured footsteps bald, Words lifelessly clever, Heart hard to hold palm; Old arms to old arms, Adages stolen loved upon; Bard holy, arch golden, To carve lonely, Barns beholden, Nothing nobel. Par normally, like poultry, To starve colts, Farms wholesome.
Mary Steffen
2017-12-23 11:52 pm
Winter dreams Santa Claus Through the night Jumping joy Happy days Love in air Forever In our hearts Throughout life Never ends Love goes on
Gord
2017-12-22 01:43 pm
Songs Synonyms, ideals integer, Mining mindful, crawling chronic, Words ironic, worries worthwhile. Silent as the wind, Tall as a child, Lifestyle sans desire. Flat as a minor, Primer climber, Reading wires, Scans feel like fire, Yet no ire legit, Life so swift, time so brisk, Irons tattered to bits, Squire denied his patronage, Choir so somber, violins singing, As if to start from a beginning, Would be a life so sad. Lambs branded, wrath grand, Laughing loud, farmer liar, Stanza stance awful stands, Awestruck by unknown view, New news of him: old news, Pandering Youtube, pandhandling, Fools loose lipped and no tools.
Gord
2017-12-22 08:16 am
Poems raging, lacking pace. Rhyme displaced, slave poetic, Mimes a mate; Ascetic eighth. He contemplates, Turmoil ashen like a lake, Dry, passion like a brace, Ally, fraction of a base, Like traction in a maze, Honest. Falls on his face, Spoiled rotten like a cake, Miser, action of a fetes, Wiser, lies of his teeth, Master of feelings, queens, Preachers and lease themes. The forums elated, Rhyme chorus to cup, Slated liars, Foreword comments, Style stolen from bucks. Foreign orphans portioned a trench, Sowing poems owned forming trends, Lies chorus, verse honest, Hurt's doughnut and curse harmless.
Gord
2017-12-20 09:55 am
I write without relent, Lawn ashen, body bent, Fawn bashful, words pawn. I write without intent, Politic truth, not respect. Words choleric, forested, Another blonde moribund; Floral, me'er ornament, Porcelain and floor clung; Flies flying and food dung, No chloroseptic rush. Sitting alone, he claims, Throne vacant, citrus grown, Plain clothes, no Satan. He makes popular statements, Pandering blatant, but fun, Worldview of a drunk taken. Full of heart, Dull as garbage, trumped, Meandering serious, Meaning wallet plump, Friends gone, blunt, Ledge found, jump.
Gord
2017-12-15 08:34 am
A doctor says to me: There is no healing, Tells me just to be, No wishful thinking. His heart a bean, Feelings consumed. Living amused, Is no good for me, Misunderstood by you. Forever twilight, A gradient life, Polite goodbyes. He lives like limes, His hands a vine, No tree remarked, With loved ones dying.
Gord
2017-12-12 10:05 am
Love forward, for house stewards. His love a bundle, pursuant of son. Fewer brewers at concourse, concord, Honor converse, longer yet somber, An absurd worth, admired, pondered, Fury for her, imperfection sure. Heart curious, head immature, She writes love of commerce, Hearth huge and wallet wanton. Charter martyr departs hearted, Leaves deceived, nature naive, Silent knitting, fixing, sitting, Speaking only of a life weaved.
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