14. Alphabet Poem
And beggars come daring
Erasing fearful genocidal heretics
Indifferently justifying kicking loiterers
Maliciously, narcissistically obstructing peace
Quenching relentlessly sustained tyranny
Unanimously verifying warmongering existentially
Yeomen zoophile'd.
Zealots yearning xenagogue's wayward
Ventripotent ultimately, tired & sleepy
Releasing quietly & peacefully over napping
Mainly lamenting kakistocratic jerks
I hate guessing favor
Even dead caveat beguiled
Aristocrats.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Prose Poem
Fields of rolling hills, countless kernels of grain flow like the
scripts of an ancient hieroglyph. The strong breath of the bitter
wind attack the crops, as they recoil in defense; successive like
a game of dominoes.
I look upon these fields with great envy, for they flow so naturally
with nature, as they morph together and become one unified force.
I am lesser than them, although they would not tell you so; I long
to let go and be one with nature.
The farmer cultivates them, but he need not worry; for the force
of nature is far greater than that of any standing army.
scripts of an ancient hieroglyph. The strong breath of the bitter
wind attack the crops, as they recoil in defense; successive like
a game of dominoes.
I look upon these fields with great envy, for they flow so naturally
with nature, as they morph together and become one unified force.
I am lesser than them, although they would not tell you so; I long
to let go and be one with nature.
The farmer cultivates them, but he need not worry; for the force
of nature is far greater than that of any standing army.
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