Poem & Prose

within this crazy mind of mine      
where all my writings seems must rhyme      
I find it troubling not near sublime      
when rhyme and rhythm are not in time      
       
what's the reason which makes me think      
that words and time must be in sync      
for if they're not my work will stink      
and as result my self worth sink      
       
just as a chord around my throat      
when words don't match and then I choke      
thus causing me to sit and mope      
though never one to stand and gloat      
       
so, now what follows is an exception      
I hope my mind won't have objection      
and offered here for your inspection      
all comments welcomed for my reflection        
       
so if you would it'd be a kindness      
and possibly relieve my blindness      
to read below in words unlikeness      
and give critique in blunt politeness      
       
The below is my first attempt at anything not in poem verse and any comments for improvement in form or structure would be greatly appreciated.        
     
       
For shame for shame, for you have taken the only thing I had of value      
my solace in this dismal existence, the object of my desire      
the reason I so panted when thoughts of you passed through my mind      
warming my womanhood and causing such longing I could not think past you.      
       
My centaur has vanished, no longer seen by my weeping eyes      
banished from my world as stormy clouds roll across my skies      
darkening my days, allowing no more thoughts of ravenous hours      
spent upon my four legged beast who carried me from my sorrows      
instilling wanton thoughts as my legs wrapped round his muscled waist      
galloping in rhythmic fashion through fields of wild violet sprinkled glover      
slapping my moist clit against his back, sending spears of lightening deep into my consciousness      
eruptions of mind melting pleasures cascading from the loins of my tormented soul      
his auburn mane held tightly within my hands      
my fiery red hair whipping wildly in the fresh morning breeze      
as the sun sprayed it's golden rays upon this enchanted pair.