Tag: poetry

Into the shadows he stepped
The truth bare
Her guilt unclothed
Messages till midnight
A request to Durban
A story from sales
A story to sales
A request from Durban
Messages till morning
Her guilt unclothed
The truth bare
Into the shadows he stepped.

Speedily merrily frighteningly blindingly ambitiously woosh
Faster is all that mattered. 
The clock speeds up. 
His wheels a blur. 
His heart a clog in his neck. 
His ambition a red flag for a bull. 
Speedily merrily frighteningly blindingly ambitiously woosh.

He knew it was there
Slightly bare,
The whiff of a chance
Loosely dance.

Knowledge that it will
Rightly thrill,
Determination stays firm
Steadly squirm.

The opposition is berserk 
Totally cirque.
Rendezvous there to reclaim
Unfittingly lame. 

Ferocious frogs funked 
Gregarious giraffes gunked 
Zealous zebras zunked, 

The morning song in the forest of the unconventional rang out, singing up the sun from below the horizon and through all her amber shades. The animals are a mushed up band of 4 legged musicians without a cause but drawn together at sunrise. Again and again, their throats unleashed, their lips danced, and their tongues wagged.

Ferocious frogs funked
Gregarious giraffes gunked
Zealous zebras zunked.

Piggery 
Diggery 
Hungry, 
I stuffed 
I chewed, 
I swallowed 
Lunchtime sweets 
Floury treats 
Icing sweetmeats, 
Burp 
Sturp 
Stop 
The 
Cup 
Cakes.

I stood at the helm of, 
          More 
I fought in the valley of, 
          Less 
I, myself, I was the barrel of, 
          War. 

I lay in the ditch of, 
          Gravy 
I crawled up the walls of, 
          Detest, 
I, me, I was the roach of, 
          Nobility.

Scuttle scurry 
Roaches 
Askidaddle to the 
Left 
Skidaddle to the 
Right. 
Furious feets 
Propelling 
Gripping zip 
Zero escape 
Because 
Feee-fi-fo-yum 
A roach soon will 
Roast 
  Ex 
       Ter 
             Min 
                    Ate

Little coral 
Rewarmed and die 
I need my uber, 

Little turtle 
Defreed and die 
I need my straw, 

Little leopard 
Declothed and die 
I need my rug, 

Little elephant 
Detoothed and die 
I need my bangle, 

Little rhino 
Defaced and die 
I need my erection.

The story began 
As stories do, 
With time 
Still in once. 

Tale progresses 
Spindle un-spun 
Ball on the left 
Butting toes 
Fleece on the right 
Tangled fingers 
In the middle 
A life 
You. 

Tale finished 
Spindle un-spun 
Ball on the left 
Butting toes 
Fleece on the right 
Tangled fingers 
In the middle 
A death 
You.

Baggy elbow 
Whisking a wow 
Flapping & flopping 
Constrained by conforming 
With ambition 

Baggy elbow 
Blowing a bow 
Swinging & swagging 
Hung from haggling 
With normalcy 
Baggy elbow 

Trying a toe 
Cracking & creaking 
Tired from trusting 
Itself.