a tale of a tail on a trail, (a travail!) pt.1. by dbw
Surely a vagary lives in these words,
But demurely and sagely, me giveth, these chords,
Rhythms and algae go mimicking gale, as a breeze passes by, so begins an ents tale.
Sapling as such, had no reason to fail,
As the crackling hearth, had indeed been to ale,
Burning as hearts on a winterless pale,
Sees the chart of the minaret, interesting shale,
Fracturing seasons though time tells the tale,
Through enacting your reasons, your rhyme sets the pale, drilling for oil? May you win all you can!
But then killing for toil, so your end there began,
Intricate losses incandescent bosses,
They glow in the sands of time, indicate grossness,
Net stockings stalking their every move,
With their eyes on the prize, they go balking the moon,
Dredge up the gold and then burn down the molds, so that none can see up, from just where we have grown, nobody keeps up?
the beanstalk?, the clouds?
Silver linings? Oh yeah, I'd forgot all about!
Disguised as a mountain of tassels (or two)
We deride all the fountains of hassles for you,
Keep climbing on! Though your limit beseeched,
The time is now MINE! your attention, it fleets!
Sink! ward of everything! Treasures imply!
That you drink, more of everything, measures do fly!
Upon and off from, the branch, in the night,
Yes up, and off soon, from the lance, of the knight!
Pt. 2! sequence.
Sutch, at a creekside, from old it can grow,
Archaic in wordplay, it's told you can know!
Double the meekness, the mold it can know!
So trouble, my weakness, the folds in the glow,
Let me in sunshine! I'm pining to know!
Of the strangeness those centuries, winding too slow, time dragging on as our evening goes, she said yes! And now TO me, that tree of thee show,
Acrostic atrocities litter adversity altering states are an UN-university, Meetings of mindlessness rest in the gale, as she soothingly lent me the best in the pale, the lay of the land, it was said she with nails, in the cross, of the palms, of her hands sent the grail, seemingly endless, our evening did trail, and then come, to a shuddering, stop, to the tale,
Then the next day she knew not, where we layd,
And I couldn't imagine, just how she could say,
The thing that we had, in our eagerly played,
Assets were thundering, plundering stayed.
Hearts driven off, in asundering there, but of course, in the course, of the leavenings regale,
Parts living off, in a sumptuous frail, were the costs,
Given off, in a lump, on a trail....
Pt.3?
Of Breadcrumbs and beachcombers.
Winding so mindedly, trailing so true, on a peach, of a pair, and so finds me in you, climbing in kindly, though you can't be too, finally unwinding, the day gotten through,
Sure as demure, as your eyebrow did raise, and a tour of my mind, you had thought, you had razed,
I wasn't as shy as you acted, but fazed, by your beauty, and limitless guile, and your gaze,
Centered attentiveness lent were the needs, and I benefits only, bereft of the greed, the weeds of love, sentry, the needs of it's seed, and the lonely heart hunting, the falcon, did grieve.
Strange looking offspring you're offering there, but I say that the mange of the coffers is bare!
Look now my love as we've candored the tale, what a hook you have fallen for! Why did you fail?!
Rhyming or not my loves, winter had fell, on my words, she did play, at the beach, in the spell,
I but a crumb, of an instance did pay, all my efforts and time, and all SHE did was lay!
Stand back from the lecture! Know not what you say! Good man back, from a venture! and blind from the fray. Luck, has it's hand on YOU! Enter my gaze, run amok, and I'll say you're through, venture my craze???!
©jordang
©danjor
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