A)
You can never quite grasp his versatile gist;
every poem he writes make you wonder what you missed.
either you have a very dirty mind
or you are in tune with the old bump and grind;
but if you look past the subtle innuendo and pun
you may catch a clue that something has been done.
B)
he is fond of a form that has challenge, he'll joust;
even the 'mightiest' contender he'll oust.
he is a teacher who loves to find a talent;
he can write as a vampire and still be quite valiant.
he finds every flaw within his own pen
and write it over and over again
the perfection he seeks he may never obtain,
but oh the diamond teardrops, his pain.
C)
she's temperamental, quick to rebut;
doesn't care much for the when, how or what,
but if you get rude she might kick your
but she is transcendent when it comes to the soul
and though it is chancy, she might be quite fancy
around us all that's just the way she will roll
D)
he is diplomatic and
tactful and true to his creed
he is an empath with a laugh
like a child and he can read
into the heart of the worst of the lot
and pluck out the seed of despair;
take it away to return one day
ripened and more aware
he is a traveler of mystic places
and a knight of the kingdom of grace
he sees the smiles upon our faces
and knows who is holding the ace.
E)
he's a crabby, crass, cad
and he prolly smells bad
he likes his morning wood
and his sausage. if he could
he'd blow up the red planet,
and dadblamit! why not?
those martians are evil
they should all be shot!
but he's got talent
with saying the things
that give heavy weight
to the creatures with wings
and he won't forget the times
that he shared a moment of prose
with his partners in crime
he'll use your sleeve to blow his nose
F)
I can barely understand her
beauty...it's surreal.
her syntax seems to collapse,
expand and leads to traps
but she will free you
let her see you
but don't chase her,
and if you do
you will make a mystery
and i know what it is, it's true.
G)
she hid behind simplicity
and played little games with verse
she has chosen publicity
through promo that nolo's the curse.
she's a widow, witty
(but spider's ain't pretty)
and she'll never tell you a lie.
she'll take in a stray
and chase shadows away
and her soul is too brave to die.
H)
he is our friend from the mid-east
he is the tamer of the angered beast.
he may call an ant his true king
or follow the hawk with no wing
he likes to show his own thoughts
his poems are confusing in spots
but those who are one to one bound
get lost in his message. what found?
his country has a bridge made of ropes
that crosses the gully of hopes
and if you can make it across
your cares there you just might toss.
You can never quite grasp his versatile gist;
every poem he writes make you wonder what you missed.
either you have a very dirty mind
or you are in tune with the old bump and grind;
but if you look past the subtle innuendo and pun
you may catch a clue that something has been done.
B)
he is fond of a form that has challenge, he'll joust;
even the 'mightiest' contender he'll oust.
he is a teacher who loves to find a talent;
he can write as a vampire and still be quite valiant.
he finds every flaw within his own pen
and write it over and over again
the perfection he seeks he may never obtain,
but oh the diamond teardrops, his pain.
C)
she's temperamental, quick to rebut;
doesn't care much for the when, how or what,
but if you get rude she might kick your
but she is transcendent when it comes to the soul
and though it is chancy, she might be quite fancy
around us all that's just the way she will roll
D)
he is diplomatic and
tactful and true to his creed
he is an empath with a laugh
like a child and he can read
into the heart of the worst of the lot
and pluck out the seed of despair;
take it away to return one day
ripened and more aware
he is a traveler of mystic places
and a knight of the kingdom of grace
he sees the smiles upon our faces
and knows who is holding the ace.
E)
he's a crabby, crass, cad
and he prolly smells bad
he likes his morning wood
and his sausage. if he could
he'd blow up the red planet,
and dadblamit! why not?
those martians are evil
they should all be shot!
but he's got talent
with saying the things
that give heavy weight
to the creatures with wings
and he won't forget the times
that he shared a moment of prose
with his partners in crime
he'll use your sleeve to blow his nose
F)
I can barely understand her
beauty...it's surreal.
her syntax seems to collapse,
expand and leads to traps
but she will free you
let her see you
but don't chase her,
and if you do
you will make a mystery
and i know what it is, it's true.
G)
she hid behind simplicity
and played little games with verse
she has chosen publicity
through promo that nolo's the curse.
she's a widow, witty
(but spider's ain't pretty)
and she'll never tell you a lie.
she'll take in a stray
and chase shadows away
and her soul is too brave to die.
H)
he is our friend from the mid-east
he is the tamer of the angered beast.
he may call an ant his true king
or follow the hawk with no wing
he likes to show his own thoughts
his poems are confusing in spots
but those who are one to one bound
get lost in his message. what found?
his country has a bridge made of ropes
that crosses the gully of hopes
and if you can make it across
your cares there you just might toss.