Hangover

Hangover


Weep repercussion
In your dawn
We prep percussion
Injured on
The wrong din
Whiskey porous
Thronged in
Wish he poured us
Fewer potent potions

Tremble sincere
Trampled since ears
Concuss staccato aches
My eyes are scarred to scarlet
My belly's full of snakes

A Captivating Captive

A Captivating Captive


1.  Setting

Woman at the market
Babbles at the Sailor,
"Haven't braved the bay yet
Clenched a wave or
Hugged the shore or
Channeled through the water"

Beggar dwelling near
Is seldom low on visions
Always void of sight

The Sailor's travels
Coasting to a treasure
Worth a gasp of gravel
Strange demeanor
For a lantern
Genie's dormant dorm


2.  Wishes

"Genie!  Wish the first:
Slake the Woman's verse
Acquaint her to the sea
In all her majesty"

A given whim,
"She now abides
Entropic tropics
(those of Cancer)
Pointed at the spray"

"That wasn't my intention
Yet it measures amply apt
And so I will a second act
The Beggar's disability,
Improve his faulty faculties
Impair this fit of blindness "

Beggar mended so
Concocts horrific howling,
"Travesty of ugliness!
These hands divulge no loveliness
These sands exude no joyfulness
If seeing is believing,
Then I preach you gift me blight.
If you've a heart ,repeal!
Remand this curse of sight!"

The Sailor is unsettled
Emigrates conviction,
"Aye, I clutched a faith at lamps
Naivety, a sneaky grant
Revoke these actions now
And then you are dismissed
Your wonders were remiss"

...

The lamp once held
Beheld beholden
That is, owing to
Beleaguered by the tide
Affixed upon the ballast
Foaming, short on sight

One For the WoW Crowd

I wasn't in the mood to challenge myself this week, so I just wrote something basic and silly.  Note:  I have never played WoW, but I've heard enough about it, and played Warcraft 2 and 3.


One For the WoW Crowd


Perturbed alliance for the whored
Uncertain what the fighting's for
Enchanted swords and robes galore
Unending quests of crafty war

Adrift chateaus of Dalaran
ReQuests a force of forty men
Campaigns against Lord Illidan,
"An epic mace!  Let's raid again!"

Announced expansion, something new!
A level cap of ninety-two!
Insult?  I won't belittle you
I spend my time in basements too

One for the Insomniacs

For lack of inspiration, back to homophones.


One for the Insomniacs


Seething sleep
A loud aunt
See things leap
Allowed ants
Forsaken pillow
For sake in pill, oh
To dream

Sought a void
Sot, avoids
A slumber illicit
As lumber elicits
Sawing sounds
Saw winged hounds
Maybe they were sheep

I persevere
I purse severe
Lids against the light
And dream to rest the night

Mary Fled the Altar For the Birds

A distortion of a children's classic.
I recommend checking out the original, unblemished nursery-rhyme lyrics first (on the bottom of this page  http://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/07/animal_nursery_rhymes.html  ).  Enjoy.


Mary Fled the Altar For the Birds


Marry?  Addled it all lam
And flees.   What's wight, as knows.
And every wear that merry wind
On lam, is yours to blow

If owl hurts to cool, won day
(that was a gain vs. cruel)
It made the chilled wren flap and stray
To see on lam, a fool

And sow that each her terns sit out
And still to ring her ear
And weighted patient lee-ward bouts,
"Till, Mary.  Dig up here."

Wide, "Does the land love Mary so?"
The egret chicks do cry:
"Well, Mary loves the lame, you know
That each hen cranes to fly."

Living Death

A return to the mostly metered, spiced with rhyme, short-story style of poem.


Living Death


Gashed starvation
Strange mutation
Gushed a shambles
Wretches partly slain
A shuffled shambling
Croaks a craven, "Pray!"
Mishearing that as "Brains!"
It's quarantined away


Secluding fence
Bewilderment
A cloven cry
Unsurely sent,,
"But what is this
And what am I?"

Uninspired
Missing breaths
"And yet," it thinks,
"I'm not upset"
Proposed a purpose
Meant for meaning
Seeming to
Resort to delving
Shapes into the sand

A message thus ingrained
For those that fly above
Or bask in higher planes,
"I am not a monster"
A zombie, all the same

They Won! (they threw it all away)

Structure:

This poem is a villanelle ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle  ) comprised of 5-7-5 haiku.
Use of near-homophones to obscure line repetition (refrains) demanded by the villanelle form.
Except for said refrains, strictly metered.


They Won!  (they threw it all away)


Dispose all intents  
Disguising this illusion 
Betterment in sense

Composite cadence
Every act imbibed and done
This prose: all intense

Expiring moments
Permeating past the guns 
Better meant in scents

Expounding silence
Synchronistic with the sun
This pose: all in tents 

Encroached insistence  
Catalogs the course begun 
Better men incensed

Distort transcendence
Rapture dwindled what was won:
Disposal intents.
... better mend innocence