Formal Verse

One Monsoon of a Pantoum

Her identity streams blow out of range,
tradewinded by a family estrangement.
Sold into slavery for high price of blame,
scarcely a hint of herself left of gales.

Traded for a familiar arrangement,
fenced for a fashion disguising the shame.
Scarcely a glint of herself left to claim,
of prison walls filled with harsh smell of fate.

Fenced in this fashion disguises the shame,
seems to block light so she can't find the gate.
from prison walls full of harsh smelling fate,
Faith takes second place in first trial mistakes.

Seams cinched too tight tie a bind in her gait,
she limps in fear racing guilt for failure.
Her strand of chance slacks from first trial mistakes,
So her entity seam frays out of rage.

Exposed To Monsoons

War Torn Pantoum

Edge Tempered Mischievous forged nice and slow.
This fine warrior tested two handed sword,
never tires of battles with dragons. You know
the price of diamond blades? I can’t afford

this fine warrior tested two handed sword.
All that’s blood stained and battered, in the war
for price of diamond blades. I cannot afford
to have breakage in war, brings certain gore.

All that’s blood stained and battered in the war,
Muscles, body and mind ring from clashing.
To have breakage in the war, brings certain gore,
Power and steel blending screams with slashing.

Muscles, body and mind wring from clashing,
Fields of mayhem stir hurricane’s corepower.
And steel blends in screams with slashing,
Last left standing tattered can fight no more.

Fields of mayhem stirring hurricane, score,
me, tired of battles with dragons you know.
Last left standing tattered can fight no more,
Edge Tempered Mischievous forges ahead slow.

Edge Tempered Medieval

Pandoom-Moanium (nightmare chess Pantoum)

Behind the dark castle, lurks the killer queen
Her shadowy stare, worries the white king
Mad-hatter bishops, and dark knights look mean
Threatening grimaces, as flails they swing

To shadowy stairs, scurries the white king
One war-horse stands still, the other was killed
With agonized grimace, from flails they swing
White pawns can’t turn back time before blood spilled

That war-horse still stands, one who wasn’t killed
Leaped into a trap, was ambushed and maced
White pawns want to run, battle failed, blood spilled
White kings’ castle walls, cower in disgrace

Hurled into thrall, quickly ambushed and maced
Bishops are slaughtered, their hope in defeat
White kings’ castle halls, all stained in disgrace
White queen screams out, wearing only a sheet

Bishops are slaughtered, their hope in defeat
Mad-hatter bishops, and dark knights look mean
White queen escapes with nary but her sheet
Behind the white castle, lurks the killer queen

Exposure To Mayhem

Opening Breech (nightmare chess villanelle)

The dark queen streaks raving mad through the yard.
The knights’ white stallion escaped from its’ stall.
Eight brave and patient bright pawns stand their guard

Ebon bishops assail, their slant-paths scarred.
Fools trade secrets, greed bares castle wall.
The dark queen streaks raving mad through the yard.

Carefully planned strategy blown to hell.
The morning slaughter sends hope on the run.
Six Brave and patient pawns standing guard.

Key pieces are trapped, pure choice forces kill.
Survivors retreat, the siege has begun.
The dark queen streaks raving mad through the yard.

The kings’ court feels drafty where heroes fell.
He sizes their troops, near two to his one.
Brave and patient only four pawns stand guard.

The weak are checkered, battle faces scarred.
Evil knights’ leap, over defense too small.
The dark queen streaks raving mad through the yard.
Grave pawns surrender, no king left to guard.

Excruciatingly
Tedious
Meticulation

Wanna Be An Outlaw (Pantoum)

I’ve just enough ass to hold up my jeans
Barely hangin’ on by a holster belt
Breakfast, lunch and dinner is pork and beans
I eat javelina and sell the pelts

I’ve never held up a train or a stage coach
Ive just enough ass to hold up my jeans
And live off the range from the boars I poach
Breakfast, luch and dinner is pork and beans

I’ve gotta gumption but not enough steam
To ever hold up a train or stage coach
Wish I had the balls, cuz outlaw’s my dream
Just tired of the range and the boars I poach

Gonna trade my colt for a peacemaker
I’ve gotta gumption to blow off some steam
Do some business with an undertaker
Time to get some balls cuz outlaw’s my dream

Bring on the train and bring on the stagecoach
Gotta new pistol on my holster belt
I’m sick of the range and those boars I poach
No more rank smells of javelina pelts

Exiled To Mexico

Painting Moonlight

Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone
Starving backstage, morning-stars are jaded
The moonshine murmur still shivers alone

Curved slice of sliver, shear breath shadows stone
Suspending twilight shiny and shaded
Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone

Carving solace into silver in June
On horizons’ glow from forgotten gold
The moonshine’s’ shilling delivers alone

Gleaming duels of knights, pierce deathly silence
Steel tines of starlight, clashing swords they hold
Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone

Dimples aware, sparkle sand on the dune
Winking at comets, after tails are told
The moon-sand whispers, sift rivers alone

Sharpness they hone, filing skills onto stone
Starlight dazzles, its own space created
Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone
From owls’ talon, moonlight shimmers alone

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