Agonized by gloomy sky in rainbow archway you’ll find me
Blown by desert wind, in mirage with despondent you I’ll be
Ambling alone in beach you’ll see me in golden sand’s glow
Network of my pearly lattice the waves will make to show
Drifting in the river of despair, the anchorage out of view
On murmuring ripples you’ll hear my heart’s music anew
Never in these dire states of your life I’ll ever abandon you.
_______________
February 23, 2023
Word, Form Chosen : Abandon, Acrostic
Contest : A Forms And Words Challenge
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
Friendly faces
Face your frown
Friendly faces
raise your lown
Hopeful faces
founding draumb
Healing paces
going braum
Impeach and Impeach
I gnorance
M ay
P rovoke
E ntire
A merica
C constantly
H urriedly
I magine
M any
P eople
E lected
A aaaa
C lown
H orrifically
Jim Horn
Heavens doth tell anything but praise!
for an early yet late phase;
blessed are all you wary,
for an angel is not yet fairy;
doth forget what one must marry.
Colorful pebbles made by marbles,
folds ones precious stone;
to honor and cuddle what once was own,
with plants of vine scattered by moan
of silk yet divine wails of dawn,
hasten for thy roots to pone
and brought back what once was lown.
Date : 09/23/2016
grazing in blue fields
majestic white buffalo
partly cloudy skies
thunderous stampede
men on black stallions give chase
deadly storms brewing
lown clouds gobbled up
glutenous storms have prevailed
buffalo extinct
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown,
The bridled tongue will keep the fire bound.
A dose of bromide helps the words go down.
Exalting paupers with a golden crown.
Creating hero’s with exalted sound.
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown.
If our words of truth would be met with frown,
Would we eulogize and then chest proud pound?
“A dose of bromide helps the words go down.”
Embellished sackcloth still an ugly gown.
Vapid faces prefer the truth go round.
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown.
If only flattery we dare be shown,
Could weakling hearts bear the weight of truth found?
A dose of bromide helps the words go down.
When counsel concealed from one who is lown,
For what good cause could such ones be renowned?
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown?
A dose of bromide helps the words go down?