Sunset Requiem

Sunset Requiem


Here, a wake
Here, awake
Denied a nod
Then I'd a gnawed
Listless candle
List less scandals
Pouring overhead emotions

Poring over heady motions
Meant to say, "Bye"
Men to say by
A flicked wick
Afflicts a wisp
Of smoke to seal the rite
Farewell dear sun, good night

The Composer's Underworld

A good show, this week.  Five syllable lines of STRESS unSTRESS unSTRESS, with even-numbered lines ending in "eh" vowel rhyme (with some resulting direct rhyme).  Enjoy!


The Composer's Underworld


"For a nobler staff;
The baton at rest."

-The Composer late
Thumbing pages, yet
Often gaping back
Capturing the chest's
Modesty motif,
Pizzicato breath
Pale legato bars,
What else is there left?

Half-forgotten modes
Hung in trouble clefs
Racing to compose
Serenades of death
Sweeping dolce chords
Allargando jest
Harmonized with flat
Classical regret
Cadenced murmurs fade
No applause is met

Here hereafter now
Halls denote a deaf
Stone atonement, for
Silence is respect
Face the music now,
What else is there left?

The Golden Years

the homophone strikes again! 



The Golden Years


Forgiven guilt
For given gilt
Lost as crews
Lost a screw
Made of solid gold

A cost amounting 
Accost a mounting
Search to recoup
Surge to re-coup
Youth again from old

In summer he
Re-covered hard where
In summary
Recovered hardware 
So operates
Soap opera, it's
The screwed and the bold. 

Comfort Food

I'm running low on homophones, so this week's is short, light, metered and rhymed. 


Comfort Food


The huddled living lividly
In scarCities of common guise
Consoling ever vividly
In matter to metabolize

The hunger leering lucidly
Commanding craven cravings, I
Contort my ken of calories
And reach for further curly fries