Gord

2017-09-15 08:35 am

Piles until the top,
Flies at the skirt,
Pillars of salt,
 of the Earth,
Turtles until bottom,
Fire wherever we are,
Hide whenever lightning strikes,
Deserts eventully finds someone,
Living flame among life is hard.
There is no benchmark for him,
Spent onward is his life quiet,
A ball aptly palmed by oneself, 
Never failures, tailored farewells,
Jokes of the eyelids,
Mind less apt for aperture,
So he mocks and chides,
Fixated on the comical.

Gord

2017-09-12 09:42 am

Swords filed down to soot,
Roses thrown at their feet.
No proof of their misdeeds,
Long Forgoing unlikely heroes,
The Earth rolls on it's shape,
Divides by zero then escapes,
Sequence complete,
Even if it seems short of an era.

Could I program a world so full hate?
Only more divisive,
 with my heart to feint on;
Should I find a brush to paint,
I could not,
Nor would I make clay forms,
And force them to mate,
As Satan does.

Who more lovingly than I,
Is timed less?
I would laugh at the sheer thought.
Cakes of dirt and mud pies,
Fed to a princess,
For the world outside she knows not of,
What a austere world to take from.

Gord

2017-09-07 02:05 pm

Farmer Fred drinks a handle,
To quell his anger,
Slamming ramblings on us all.
Although he sleds like fire,
Down doorsteps into the wall:
To chill out angry.

Gord

2017-08-25 11:58 am

Materialism shoddy, 
Outlook potty,
In a world of rocks,
I wish for a mouth chalky,
Ground filled with chalk.
Curve my bell aptly,
Lord of the shinebox,
Grant me world gaudy,
Ending with gold trim,
Upon a golden hem,
Golden sheets, golden beds.
Golden nails,
Golden boards
Golden floors.
Wife scenic,
Life ironic,
Post Modernism.

Gord

2017-08-21 09:20 am

Words leave lips,
A wall of sound,
Then music hits,
His voice lost,
Words meaningless,
Actions listless;
His love awful,
His verse aught too.

The kids quickly learn to run home,
Anyone who find ideals embarrassment,
Ironically find the end of needles;
Peering into the future, fetal,
Their vision worthless unknown;

Gord

2017-08-16 01:55 pm

Umpire of God useless,
Demanding more strikes,
Life swung precarious,
Batter belies himself,
Bent to Gods of strife;
Fate for ball carriers,
Forever them sodomites,
Snipped their genitals,
Cum on their fingers,
Not dick in their minds;
Not men, Nor fire they are,
Born of stone, tower guard,
Born of the mud, wallow on,
Born of the sun?
Pearls, Diamonds and Harps.
Radar dishes begin, fill the sky,
And forever destroy our heart.
Son of the earth,
Yet nothing but sky he remarked.

Gord

2017-08-10 12:17 pm

Me? I once found love,
It made no difference,
They all forget to sub,
And I made no income.
A marriage valueless,
The class clown flubs;

Bell rings and we run,
Fighters embracing,
They man up, Fast t'was.
Master of the gun facing
 Castles of his virtue,
Backs still to the sun;

Sacks filled with their cum,
Save slaves of ignorance,
To every man is worthless.
Except when smoke burlesque,
And living on canned shrubs.
Maybe it should be, unless,
You buy conqueror's seed,
Then smoke it bluntly,
with cannabis, sunglasses on;

Gord

2017-07-26 12:17 pm

I desire might,
and the mighty mine.
Mileage begotten,
Piles of garbage rotten,
Finally the dump be mine;
Kingdom lost to rat men,
Again mightier than I.

Gord

2017-07-25 12:25 pm

The earth poetry,
Pro apros, for her,
Hair flowing,
Grave guarded,
True to the dirt,
Forever ardent.

Temporal and lack taste,
True feelings Antarctic,
Soil barbed, heart anemic,
Loose moral decanter,
Measured in yardsticks.
Yet life scenic,
Living wage garnished.

Gord

2017-07-18 06:12 pm

Like a dull axe she finds problems,
Forever chopping away at them, honest,
Heart longing for promise disregarded;
Dressed for the ward, fully pardoned;
Walking son further follows suit,
Continuing without education,
Tongue misconstruing in search;
Fuhrer didactic, in foolish,
Shooting skies of oration,
Bullets true to the earth;
Flippant remarks of life,
Piousness to the dirt,
Burying words in nonsense,
Burning iron and desertion;
Shakespeare by any other name,
Apt it was before tall tales,
Lies furious among the vegetation,
Born, lived and smothered there;
Meat filler, then life billiard,
Son born a killer,
Writing of nonsense,
Mentally ill, political figure,
Opinion maudlin.

Gord

2017-07-13 01:16 pm

Past tomorrow I see no lecterns.
The horse speaks, lack luster,
Words worthless,
 and everyone taking pictures;
Girls wet as many pitchers,
Barn doors close windowless;
Blissful peace again,
Silencing planes overhead,
Standing tall as clouds,
Power small as a child,
Foreign tongue, power bottom,
University educated,
Now you've got 'em.

Maybe whispered tomorrow,
Today lives in industry, 
Claws large as the gut,
Staged imagery for one;
Paper mimicry of a doll,
Feigned apathy of a sun;

Gord

2017-06-20 04:22 pm

Cardinal decision,
Restitution fuzzy,
Life full of miracles,
Nothing mastered,
Poor left darkened,
Prone to hazard;
Forlorn and fozzie,
Smoking hashish,
Life form conclusion,
Pride malarkey;
Doors departing.

Forms of might solvent,
Parted fighting.
Assets from god mighty,
A surety found apartide;
Their bond broken,
Kids bong smoking;
Dressed down in a skirt, 
In a world of blue jeans;
Beavers and loons still fighting.

Gord

2017-05-23 12:00 am

The moon meets the earth.
Gravity failing,
Dirt flailing,
Stars in distance waver,
Their faith imitation.
Full life intimation,
Planets align,
Languishing minds desire,
Darkness within fire,
Which tapers and eventually dies.
So hope your hero pursues ire,
Producing a more temperate climate.
Men forged in water, 
Are Birthed in peace.
And Forget their place,
Yet say their piece.

Gord

2017-05-12 12:00 am

Dreams of the past float away,
Tired dying in contemplation,
Away from the fertile mates.
Tomorrow's savior never stays,
Often lying of false hopes,
Those who bestay his ropes.
Betrayed again.
No whole boat exists,
The sea depleted,
Forlorn and pissed,
True Scotsman brave it.

Gord

2017-05-10 12:00 am

Folly of the hopeful hammer,
Swinging away blind, aimless.
Homer of the hero's fate,
Not affluent, just writing,
With his household safe.
Self-flagellation, Self lying.
Living a pirate lifestyle,
Irate in heart, child in mind.
Chide, mock, then violate,
It fucking vibrates the soul.

Gord

2017-05-04 12:00 am

Mired in consolation,
Known second placer,
For now it rains,
But weather tapers.

Our time forever,
Yet never lasting,
The rain pours on,
The reverb ashen.

Three more passage,
The sun fades,
The moon asks it:
How about a trade,
Your fools, my athletes?
The sun contemplates:
What is life but a laugh,
And rises from ashes.

Gord

2017-05-02 12:00 am

She writes poems of heart,
Often written of donkey,
Her poor forms of art,
Read to visiting monkeys,
Lower than a garden to him.
Porous as a soul set afire,
Or as the garden's soil,
Mixed in with family dirt,
Who grow weed and stay poor.

Gord

2017-04-27 12:00 am

Foreign art plastered,
Partizan attitude mastered,
World politics blunt,
Our pastor burnt,
Along with his frontage.

Decorum not fantastic,
Sheets plastic, drapes plastic.
Their hearts taken, affront,
Given pacemaker suns,
Along with fromage,
Some 21st century love.