Poem of 2024
donkeys were trip tripping over the bridge
while the trolls looked up and thought
why couldn't they be donkeys too
and start their own hullabaloo
oh they need to be heard
they need to be known
the trolls just trolling
under the bridge
while the trolls looked up and thought
why couldn't they be donkeys too
and start their own hullabaloo
oh they need to be heard
they need to be known
the trolls just trolling
under the bridge
Can We Do It? Yes, We Can!
The Country had an Election
but nobody bothered to vote,
the politicos who were up for selection
all spoke with a gloomy note:
'Why didn't anyone bother
to elect us fine politicians?
Have you all lost your faith in us?
Have we aroused your suspicions?'
'Well, it's like this,' replied a Marxist,
'You all seem the same to me,
and no more we're going to participate
in this sham of Democracy.
You can take your Business Bosses
and shove them up your ass!
We're all now going to be happy and free
of any exploiting Class!
We need no Boss Class to rule us!
Can we do it? Yes, we can!
And this World will then be a Wonderful Place
in the Brotherhood of Man.'
(Keep it flying!)
The Country had an Election
but nobody bothered to vote,
the politicos who were up for selection
all spoke with a gloomy note:
'Why didn't anyone bother
to elect us fine politicians?
Have you all lost your faith in us?
Have we aroused your suspicions?'
'Well, it's like this,' replied a Marxist,
'You all seem the same to me,
and no more we're going to participate
in this sham of Democracy.
You can take your Business Bosses
and shove them up your ass!
We're all now going to be happy and free
of any exploiting Class!
We need no Boss Class to rule us!
Can we do it? Yes, we can!
And this World will then be a Wonderful Place
in the Brotherhood of Man.'
(Keep it flying!)
aeries in glades continue to dance
to memories of sunny days and blooms passed
but darker shadows are arrived
mantles to the spirit of Fall
the sighs of breeze through the trees
shedding their beauty to the ground
standing stark among evergreens
with branches like anguished claws
warmth of the hearth embrace
call the beloved to their home
watching the last leaf of autumn
makes it way to the ground below
to memories of sunny days and blooms passed
but darker shadows are arrived
mantles to the spirit of Fall
the sighs of breeze through the trees
shedding their beauty to the ground
standing stark among evergreens
with branches like anguished claws
warmth of the hearth embrace
call the beloved to their home
watching the last leaf of autumn
makes it way to the ground below
rays of rosy hue the sun catches
flung on boughs that they may stay
to smile at dancing of the sprites
among the leaves, in its last glory
hamadryads in languid repose
wake to mourn the dying leafy tresses
yet knowing they will dance again
among the blossoms within the groves
flung on boughs that they may stay
to smile at dancing of the sprites
among the leaves, in its last glory
hamadryads in languid repose
wake to mourn the dying leafy tresses
yet knowing they will dance again
among the blossoms within the groves
ajay said:Pen: Waterman Hemisphere, medium nib.
Ink: Diamine: Red Dragon.
Inspiration: The final line of Grace's poem above.
Wow! awesome.
Dark grey skies on world-end realms
traverse this maiden on a dark quest
fairness goes into sombre terrain
to look and seek the one she loves
up on their brooms the witches stream,
watching the lone figure down below
crooked and black in the crescent's gleam
Ink: Diamine: Red Dragon.
Inspiration: The final line of Grace's poem above.
Wow! awesome.
Dark grey skies on world-end realms
traverse this maiden on a dark quest
fairness goes into sombre terrain
to look and seek the one she loves
up on their brooms the witches stream,
watching the lone figure down below
crooked and black in the crescent's gleam
👆🌹
across the sea the moon wans
as dawn struggles to reaffirm
its hold on more daylight hours
pushing away sleep's cobwebs
Until then its always thoughts
hugging doubts and fears
as alone roars on in silence
basking in doubts and fears.
across the sea the moon wans
as dawn struggles to reaffirm
its hold on more daylight hours
pushing away sleep's cobwebs
Until then its always thoughts
hugging doubts and fears
as alone roars on in silence
basking in doubts and fears.
Every Sunset Starts A New Day Somewhere.
The setting sun at close of day
sinks soft into a golden west
and lights my path as to my rest
I homeward wend my weary way.
The stars then shine in bright array
as I sit writing with my pen,
until at last the time comes when
away to warm bed I must go.
Yet as I sleep it's nice to know
the sun that's set will rise again.
☀️
The setting sun at close of day
sinks soft into a golden west
and lights my path as to my rest
I homeward wend my weary way.
The stars then shine in bright array
as I sit writing with my pen,
until at last the time comes when
away to warm bed I must go.
Yet as I sleep it's nice to know
the sun that's set will rise again.
☀️
