we are all alone now
August 18, 2007 – 2:13 amto encapsulate our desolation, one really must turn to metered verse. also, touching imagery:
the vestiges of ezzie spent/e’en the chil’en ain’t exempt/from gazes sad and clothing rent
shake the trees/break my knees/the esmeralda‘s now debris
top that grief, why don’t you. this blog dares you. *sob*
UPDATE: where’s jon lewis when you need him?
unavoidable plight, you should have known/once, yearly, lim’ted glory’s shown . . .
irresistible, one’s left oft’ annoyed/five pounds from Tom could fill the void . . .
your hokey verse/goes bad to worse
pardon me, I did not know/should’ve taken notes from the pro . . .
shake the trees/break my knees/learn good verse from mr. bz
now listen gents, let’s keep it cool/for poetry’s a supple rule/late esmeralda’s loss indeed/has left us not a li’l bereaved/so shed a tear/tis not last year/yet rhymed insults are ill-concieved
well, now we’re
mired in actual, factual, fractal verse
thanks to you
who knew
full well the subversive point
but parlayed it into some
carping curse.
best consult a browning
or an astrophel
‘fore you strut, frowning,
into this cartel.
my thoughts exactly!
ai ai ai
is that a rhyming triplet?
or just a wail of defeat?
a triplet was th’intent,
no joke,
assonance my strategy:
my swagger
was taken, it seems
as a wager
far greater than would merit
a bloke
who writes like me.
your swagger
was taken, it’s sure,
as a loogie
imprecatorily lobbed
by bloke
whose spro is swill.
correct on all points–
but should you will
my spro to swill
you would deem me
one happy swine.
none can comfort
the mourning
of a memory of a woman
whose presence is a dance
like a sunrise at night
while tending cherry and echinops
we measure years in especial crops
couplet terminus purports to make
a long story short
and does