My anthology has no quietude in its (disparaging) disparateness: A poem 

I collect my flowers in random methodness  like an anthology with assumptions  of disparateness; not just assumptions,  but, sometimes, pre-emptive conclusions  How did my refrains sound different  at every interlude, like a poem fraught  with its own contrariness? Even repetitions  and alliterations being discordant!  Even a paraphrase lends to the confusion  Everything with parenthesis is confrontation. Continue reading “My anthology has no quietude in its (disparaging) disparateness: A poem “

This world has veneer, but no shine!: A poem 

Did I sing you all a lyric  that caused to make you all very sick?  It didn’t make sense, because it was dense  with the rhythmic gist of apocalypse!  It didn’t pretend to rave and praise  the magic of technology, but sage in the nature  of the mind of antiquity, not a future mature in AI  that can bely your limbs and imaginative eye!  I am no stranger toContinue reading “This world has veneer, but no shine!: A poem “

I know you and me are above it all!: A poem 

I am branded a firebrand  How I long to share, this, my fire  But it doesn’t matter; it is only a desire!  The stars blossom into magnificent plumes at night  And I ask them if I am right  in believing that I share the same sky with you?  A vision that intersperses and overlaps,  despite the blindspot of a limited knowledge Continue reading “I know you and me are above it all!: A poem “

I am the rhabdomancer of my own divination: A poem 

I think I didn’t permit this cold day,  coming pat in the middle of summer,  to take me roughly by the nape of my neck  I did my chores unaffected by the spell,  went out to the shops scantily dressed,  and didn’t cover my head like a bride  I have never asked the question why  they call this day, Boxing Day, and  I wouldn’t ventureContinue reading “I am the rhabdomancer of my own divination: A poem “

I served the world for my Kings and Queens to have it: A poem 

Did my patrons in the Zodiac cause and pause to see  the environment of construction and destruction in the melee?  My trees were all swapping leaves to avoid that persistent disease  How long could I be patient and give evil its undeserved lease?!  I walked aimfully to the sun, to catch it radiate without its fire  because, how could itsContinue reading “I served the world for my Kings and Queens to have it: A poem “

I curse Labor to an eternal abyss!: A poem 

Did they not commit treason against me? I should be reducing them to tin  Did they not dig for gold by abusing me; do they feel guilty of that sin?  I can make Albanese an eternal disease; and mince of Chris Minns  Do the gallows suit you best, or a mere nightmare that deforms your chin(a)?  I am a receptacle of silent rage; GodContinue reading “I curse Labor to an eternal abyss!: A poem “

Xi Jin Ping, do you play ping pong?: A poem 

Xi Jin Ping, do you play ping pong?  Is your protracted silence your sinew, or can you sing along?  Can you see my King has too many opportunistic enemies, and that you are wrong?!  Could your railway across the globe be so noticeably long  that an era can fall on its face, and a new episodeContinue reading “Xi Jin Ping, do you play ping pong?: A poem “

Who should be committing suicide?: A poem 

I stand at the window and feel a piercing anecdotal light  This wisdom that drew from symbolic parables is all colours and white  So, I feel the statute of my principled perseverance shining bright  Even if one evil relentlessly devolves to another evil, it can’t blunt my fight  I am never mothballed by age or pain, though I canContinue reading “Who should be committing suicide?: A poem “

I am so angry with your evil Anthony Albanese, that I feel like recklessly kicking you out into the abyss that you should belong to, once and for all! I want you to be blacked out of existence, from every broadcast available to humanity!