I declare poetic fortnight #2. The rules remain the same: I must produce a piece of rhyming poetry, however bad, every day. I want to improve my English proficiency, and I believe this can help (immensely). I will try not to put too much effort into it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
November 14 \u2013 November 23<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The chronic illness will progress, unless you want to stress
How faithful are your mind and soul to our Church. We bless
Against the snap of darkness all whose loyalty will fall
Not short. It’s nothing you may call a grave or noble toll.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His wayward mind fell into shock at such an evil thought:
To murder infant regal twins and tie them in a knot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My mother drifts among the stars; and I am drifting too!
Her ass is dead. And I have just got high on mushroom stew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His throne \u2014 Olympus Mons of Mars,
His judgment reigns above us all,
His gaze transfixes distant stars,
Almighty Emperor of Sol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His metal hands, her plastic face.
These two adorn what humans would escape.
The stormy skies, the barren place.
They cherish their industrial landscape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I dreamt of squares, and circles too;
They march’d and whirl’d and grew in size.
It was a nightmare then, I knew,
When they revealed their sentient eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You’re such a weirdo, such a creep!
Are you a pervert in disguise?
Would you then care to fertilize
My woman’s body while I sleep?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your crops have died, and flowers withered.
Your orchards bore no fruit this fall.
You lost your sight. Your wife delivered
A stillborn baby in a caul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Forlorn, ostensibly, was she
Whom ocean that primordial begot;
And then, abandoned, left her be,
Alone, unaided, and forgot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In defiance of the warnings of the elders I will spit
In that mystic pitch-black endless eerie-howling gaping pit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Okay, I failed. I lost the determination to compose even the tiniest two-liners. Well, if I hadn’t been willing to share failures, I’d have been even less motivated. It wasn’t pointless nonetheless.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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