100 Poems in 100 Days: Remake

So, I've failed to keep up with the poem a day exercise. I consider it a great failure, but what drew me away was a poem in particular that I was working on. It started out as a sonnet, but I found having not paid enough attention, there were too many lines. I decided not to remove any, but instead to rework the poem. I'm not finished with it, as there are lines that surely need work. However, consider this the reboot of 100 Poems in 100 Days.

1) I dare not ask for nopareil unearned,

I dare not ask for nonpareil unearned,
nor perfumed sniffle of thine dew filled love
for I do not attract thy glance encharmed
as thy burning want through the sky above.

Yet as I lay my sunlit life for sleep
and dream thy weary petals flit 'pon my chest,
though blond assassin makes her vinelike creep
i proffer comfort beside my rest

When after morning heralds red for dawn
alone I marvel at the doting star
with rays shining a gleam 'pon everyone
to share content that on this world thou are.

I beg of thee bloom, resplendent flower,
not as Ego merely would have for me,
but as the beacon sits atop her tow'r
calling forth masted moths about the sea.

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 18

 

July 2nd, 2015  18) Patient

be patient

repeated becomes advice

that lacks conviction

for what is more patient than the 

idling tree, who still shivers and shakes

at the wind in its leaves

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 17 (Let the Rhyming Begin)

July 1st, 2015  17) Executioner 

Erect, with stubborn pride and head held high

for a heartless, faithless executioner

to jerk back once or twice with violence

so on the vine the squirting cucumber

may spray its life, its soggy seed

upon the ground and hang there limp

for when it comes to love you'd rather

pay a lazy gardener who knows only how to skimp!

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 16

June 30th, 2015  16) Disfigurment

There is a type wherein

nothing is wrong. Everything

is as should be, yet

the connection between

eyes and mind is intruded

upon by the words of others

teaching that we are not as

we should be. Ugly, like many 

words today, is misused by

less educated students who

wish to fit in rather than

know how to change. This type

of disfigurement perverses the

definition of what people should 

be and leaves the world skewered,

skewed, unhappy. That word, too,

is disfigured by two letters at

the beginning making what is, not.

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 15

 

June 29th, 2015  15) Ephemeral

Happiness when clutched smotheringly 

to the bosom seems to bloom and wither

in the beat of a birdly wing

and looses its value. Uncherished,  as though

food has lost its purpose once past the pallet

giving nothing of nutrition but all the

discomfort of indigestion. The ruler looks

long when held parallel to the eye

but withers to a sliver when shifted

to perpendicular. So is time a matter

of perspective changing what is 

ephemeral to eternal and back

by refusing to move on.

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 14

June 28th, 2015   14) Beggar

Woeful you sit upon haunches

as if meaning to pounce

when her form presents itself

naked from the inside for

there is no sparkle in her eye

or water left inside your cup

nothing is what you have

and you wish to give it all

to an empty hole

in hopes that filling it

will give you what you seek

treasure burrows underneath

and must be unearthed

through dirty work

yet you yearn to beg

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 13

 

June 27th, 2015  13) Two Wrongs

it was dark

but you saw me

murder

hiding some

accursed cadaver

while I was

to be your 

contractual escape

now banished

as the hunchback to

the bells

all for

a difficult situation