July 5 Alliteration (Assonance)
Write a poem in which all the words in each line begin with the same letter.
Ageless anxiety, angered and antagonised
by bullying bastards, bent backwards by
sensibility. Sly, self serving shallow servants slipping.
Lies, long lost. Left lacking. Lingering leads.
Truth’s traces tease. Tirelessly toxic together – they
wonder why whispering worriedly while
preaching paradoxical perfection! Pish Posh! Pass!
in the things,
gone and done,
when she admits,
to the obvious shifts,
in the gazes of,
the Almighty Ones;
finally be outdone,
deep inside of,
the smoking barrel,
of a black market gun,
will she submit,
to the things,
that she’s let,
grow into beasts?
just to make,
the day will come,
a day that makes,
today seem sweet,
like times of joy,
full of ease,
on your knees,
a day will come,
that defines suffering.
The fucking Moroccans…
I did have to show my game and better my spade
don´t like to do it,
and I have no one to blame for that game
put me or i should say……
put myself in those kind of situations where they think they can take advantage of me
they are hawks,
and at one moment in my life hawks no shit,
I was a fucking wolf
I did love th HK 36 seemed it had a one 5.56(bullet) so that was that
don`t need to hear your insults unless you want me to really go nuts
fucking useless , funny thing, he did get the shit out of there
pretty scare I suppose, worst part…mom heard the word
and that will be
for me a scare.
Fucking Moroccan then fuck you, already killed in that country,
don´t fuck withme in my own country.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses
Thunderous were the nights that left our minds blind,
blind were the eyes – the voices of the Gods: thunderous,
Gone are the days in which we wore genuine smiles,
smiles that layered us with the dust of good days, long gone,
Time has been cruel and rough as a dried-out cat’s tongue,
tongue the inside of my many painful snapshots in time.
Behind shadows and darkness, the light will still shine,
shine down upon the carcasses of ourselves we’ve left behind,
Beneath the ocean’s swaying swells that lull the deepest divide,
divide the difference – multiply, delete what remains beneath,
Blind to the cohesive fabric connecting us along an invisible line,
line up the pawns and the rooks and the knights, the royalty is blind.