Last Commented Monorhyme Poems (97)

a long racked brain night,
desirless for the skeleton
lying in my devastated bed,
feeling alone like a fish..
white page and absaint biterness
in mouth..
sash window open on the silence,
air,like a razor blade,cutting..
a perceptible life's rotten smell..
o bloody green lady..
every night a night..
jim my only friend,
go back to your damn paris'grave year..
free me,with your smoky inspire'
futility of bones fire..
shake my hand mister lamor..
you're only a dissected adventure,
hamburger in the gutter..
a night,a dismantled night.
the devil pushed my door..
every night a night....

A MAN MADE A MAD MASTER
It’s on it’s way headed directly this way
Actually it should have arrived yesterday
I can sense the aromatic aroma of aristocracy
And the smell of smugness which demands its arrival
With all the senselessness of salacious survival
It has no pungent nor odorous taste other than sour
And from a plush pulpit does it demand undiluted power

Whenever it shows up I am helpless against such a stern and tightly clenched fist
As I am held hostage in a mill and I am its grist
It doesn’t ask for a task to be done with a grin but rather clutches a riding crop
As I do its bidding sweat drop to tear drop
It arrives often and usually at night
When the marauding moon crosses the threshold of the sun
It bears no weapons for war upon
And all there is for us is to wait until its gone
As I fear too greatly to take up and readily run
But quiver in a corner fearing for everyone
Yet it sneaks in and declares its supremacy supreme
as i advise all whom i see that we are all going to scream
For it knows the secret that they need no weapons to kill
And as I said, all I am is more grist for the mill
In the middle of a cloud and sleeping on a dream
Scream!
That’s all I can do
And submit and be subservient to the sinfulness akin to every born again sinner
While each and every time it is determined the winner
I……….slave to a maudlin and murdering master
Warn I today, for everyone, of disaster
That is all I have to say
And I swear now, at this crucial hour, wickedness is on its way
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It bears no weapons forward upon

Rover the dog sat under the tree
On top of him sat the flea
Together they wanted to go to sea
They had to wait till there was three
Rover asked the flea would you like tea
To which the reply was if it is free
Just then landed a honey bee
And Rover went down on one knee
Now three we are there's no admission fee
Off they went singing and shouting whoopee

He uphold me in the hollow of his mighty hands,
So far above the sinking sand.
Holy angels around me stand,
Ten thousand times ten thousands.

I’m preserved in the cavity of his stalwart palms;
I’m sheltered from life’s raging storm.
On life’s angry seas my soul is calm.
His strength is mine, his will perform.

He protect me in his strong, cavernous grasp,
As I watch my troubles slowly pass.
In his care I’m free at last.
His will be done, it’s mine to ask.

CAST AT LAST FROM THE PAST

I pray fervently you were my shadow
A silhouette sleek and narrow
As quickens the rhythm of my heart to bear
Should your shadow wish it might follow me everywhere
To never fade not even on cloudy days
You to be my shadow so wondrous in its ways
Inside and/or out
On a desert of doubt or in a pond knee shallow
Where fields are never found to be fallow
In the woods or on a meandering meadow
Where Autumnal leaves vie for space between yellow and red
Within the soul of all my days ahead
And those so long ago past
Dare do I to wish you were my lasting shadow cast
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DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart lifted?
Because there are too many hoards and whores gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
This package was supposed to go to someone expedient
My heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Should a pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
‘tis a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And the godless guards know the earth’s ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
And the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can dig the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then by chance instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soul sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck abound
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could make it to one and bring with themten thousand polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
Tonight when you eat overpriced beef consider the starving who have no food ©2011...~free cee!~

On spring days I long to go
To my place where idle winds blow.
To sit beneath the weeping willow
And watch puffy white clouds billow.

This is my place in the African sun
Where Mother nature and God are one.
Place where the sun rises in the east,
And all of nature for sore eyes is a feast.

Jasmine and mimosa perfume the night air
As the hazy heat of the day disappears.
The crickets chirp their mating song
And frogs croak deep all night long.

On a new day sun peeps over the horizon
After the morning star has been and gone.
The quiet stillness of the air shatters
And is broken by birds shrill chatter.

On spring days I long to go
To my place where idle winds blow ...

Once on my travels through the dark woods,
My eye did espy something silvery and good.
Was it a fairy, a sprite or a turtle dove?
No! It was magical, elusive, good old love!

I followed her quietly to a moonlit circle,
Encamped by toadstools all clad in purple.
Suddenly the air was filled with creature song,
And love wove a magical dance all night long.

She flitted high above the trees,
And danced among the autumn leaves.
She wove her magical spell in and out -
And chased away all my fears and doubt.

Then she fluttered down to where I hid,
And kissed me softly on my eyelid.
She wove her spell around my heart,
Such a lasting impression she did impart.

Now I have found love - she dances in my heart!
She brings people together or pushes them apart.
Sometimes ... love can be somewhat tragic ...
But mostly love is a special kind of magic!

They took off in the wind.
Just like all the songs no one finished.

Nobody is kissing,
Everyone is sighing,
Tired and worn out from another useless day.

Every tear is done,
No hugs for anyone,
Just another song about another hopeless cause.

I no longer wish to live,
In this world of broken promises,
Where loved ones live in lies, then slowly fade away.

I just want to die,
And hope there's some sort of heaven:
Over the rainbow, lie down in meadows.

There's nothing left in the world.
All my dreams are gone;
I'm useless without them sleeping with me.

Goodbye, you stupid world,
Living for nothing, hoping for something,
When all you have to do is die to get your way.

I'm leaving tonight,
While the stars are bright,
So they can catch me in my tears
And fly me straight to heaven.
where tears wail no more

i don't know about you
but as for me
i do a whole lot of talking to me
while all alone
alone but for the drone of dreary drums
as an aria arises from rows of reverent conundrums
and a symphony of sounds from such sorrow to which sadness succumbs
as my mind stoops over in order to pick up bits of my conscience crumb by crumb
i spend an inordinate amount of my life thinking about my lot in life
a thread, a thimble, a thorn, and a thin slice of tomorrow
a bed, being nimble, a horn and the petulance of sorrow
but what about the seeds as yet un-sewn?
and all of the needs the needy need that as yet remains unknown?
but at last, sans any roots, yet and still i am a tree well grown

grown of grenery and not by any means human bone
and is there a precise measurement for when a pebble becomes a stone
and a stone to a bolder
i mean did anyone ever space the weight between the two and put it in some folder
to be reviewed when he gets a bit older
i suppose, if given a choice i'd opt not to be a boulder but just a little bit bigger than a pebble sized stone
but just becaue i were only a pebble i still need my cell-phone
unless i don't like the boulder's voice and tone
and yes, i am and remain all alone
consecrated by convicts
a pacifist who cares not for conflicts
but right now i'm off to bed
to rid the ridiculous out of my un-quiet head
while beyond the white picket fences
Mrs. Delano sits as Mr. Delano comes up with one of his inane defences
so good night, and i pray the Lord my sanity to take
as Mr. Delano agrees there are too many leaves and tomorrowhe must rake
but if God doesn't rob me of my wits this slumber
and God knows that boulder must have my cell-phone number
then unfortunately when i awake i should be only semi-insane
and to make it perfectly plain
i'd prefer if i were in an instition for the totally insane
they won't even bother taking an M.R.I. of my brain
at least then guiltiness wouldn't be weaving its way into my medula-oblongata
oh, and I asked Jose the gardener if he had any money to pay a debt to me and he said
"nada"
but he commented that his economic status is because his hot wife buys a shit load of products by Prada
and for some reason he asked what was inside my head and the truth was, in my mind was also "nada"

you know.....rubbing me the wrong way ain't right
now damn it........good night
and by the way, if a grub is crawling on a tree but doing it incorrectly wouldn't that mean he was grubbing the tree the wrong way?
see, i can't keep a flood of inane thoughts such as that one at bay
so please, lash out the bright
and just say "good night"
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