My beard is white
My cane's retractable
This canine's bark: so loveable
He is my friend, my light

All other friends are gone
But I have a white suit
No longer am alone
I think I'll call him Boot

"A Rhyme For Wine"

A thousand leagues away
There was a castle by the sea
Behind the walls of grey,
A man and woman, by a tree

He wanted his wine ruby red
She ordered white
The servant said,
"Perhaps something to bite?"

"You're right," the young woman agreed,
"Some sandwiches would sure be nice."
The servant left with speed
He hardly needed be told twice

The pair killed the time chatting
About their castle's Master
How strangely he was acting
When he fired the old Spell Caster

The wine had soon arrived
It wasn't the servant who brought it
It was the new Spell Caster. "Hi," he cried,
"Here is the wine! Let's drink and eat!"

He put the sandwich basket by the tree
In his stride, a hint of limp
"I took an arrow to the knee."
The sun had suddenly went down, and there was wind

The magical attack came from castle gates
The old Spell Caster had come back
Intent to seal his enemies' fates
Dressed in a robe of bloodied black

The young pair grabbed each other by the hand
Afraid of sudden night
Not quite the night they planned
Thunder! Screams! A blinding light!

The new Spell Caster stood his ground
As energies collided
Around the two magicians, roaring sound
Into the air their glided

Explosions all around
Wild magic! The new Spell Caster tore his enemy apart,
Made sure his body's never found
He looked around; his spell choice wasn't smart

A thousand leagues away
There was no castle by the sea
Only a young Spell Caster, hair now grey,
Two empty bottles, and no tree

Rule of the Land
________________

An eye for an eye
Was the rule of the land
"I'd rather die!
You will not have my hand!"

I clawed, and I pushed, and I fought
Fled to the edge of the globe
The story has ended, I thought,
Calm like the Pope

Then, in the mirror I saw him
The one-armed ghost of the past
Blade in his hand, on his lips a vile grin
This meeting surely our last

A hand for a hand
Was the rule of the land
An eye for an eye for an eye
I had to die

But I had a blaster
Not to mention, I'm faster
So I blew off his head
And left him for dead

I'll read you like a book
Where every letter counts

I DID DRUGS AND NOW THINK YOU ARE COOL
A pill with ribonucleic acid inside, aka RNA
Hacking the gene pool
The future is now; let's go to Bombay

Let's say hi to the sluts
Genehacked for pleasure
Let's just go nuts
Bright life at pill's leisure

So relax, take a pill
Do it, the sluts'll think you're cool
And me? I have a joint to kill
Chems? Not a tool

70 words, set to Morcheeba.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7gQRSwKxOs&feature=share

Who Can You Trust?
by Yours Truly

The world shrunk down to the uneven drops of water sliding down her mirror.

Her hair tangled. Her face white.

No lipstick.

Cold turkey love withdrawal hurt as much now as it had before.

And the worst thing was that she knew, deep down inside, that without the drug, her life was empty.

But summer would come. One day, she would have another hit; her cheeks would bloom and she would smile.

Anyway, I just did these for fun. I'll probably stop and let this thread die cuz I've better things to do.

If anyone wants to read the stuff that I took a bit more seriously, you can find most of it here: http://goo.gl/8mDcY0

Careful, it's a link to my G+ About page, so don't click it if you don't want to see Google+.

Peace & love.

and the very last one

Dedicated to Jon'C
"I'm the Master
With my staff of alabaster
Can't you see?"

Like a wizard in a hat
He writes code for Jedi Knight
And before he goes to bed
Guides us writers t'wards the light

In a tone of baritone
He reads out his wicked mantra
Begging sinners to atone
To his educated tantra

"I write better,
I write faster,
This is why
I am the Master."

You have the rhyming abilities of a second grader.

As long as I'm having a lol, my verse is

But to be honest, never really knew much about poetry.
I was always more into prose.

Fakitol, I took Roger Spruce's advise and dispersed with any attempts to rhyme altogether.

***

no words for her beauty
for her eyes that confuse me
for her elegant smile.
no words for dark hair
against the bare shoulders
or the anchor tattoo
to the left of her breast.



http://linran.cghub.com/

"Broken memories fade away."
Such cliché, such lowly being!
He set out on his way
Left me crying, sobbing, feeling

Was I not to him a friend?
Did friendship end?

Broken memories are like mirrors
Old, and cracked, reflecting light
On my youth and on my errors
As all mirrors duly might.

A symphony of light
The music rings out true
Flee, or stay and fight
About what we do

With music that we play
While we are still alive
Jump inside the fray
You'll win if you will strive

Around us, stupidity steeps low
It's not about the tune
We whistle while we dance
It is about the flow

The rhythm of written word
Read loudly and clear
The one and only Lord
Whom I refuse to fear

Let words and music flow
No pace, all entropy and chaos
Remember Algernon,
The dead laboratory mouse

Life, like a breath
Expressed in music
Without love, it has no depth
Without hate it still is music

Welcome physical attraction
Set to 80's Rock & Roll
Meet bodies, interwined in action
Sex magic fireball

There's more to us than lust
There's friendship and respect
We do the things we must
Fine ships are never wrecked

The wood gave in to wind
The storm bent down the masts
The sailors only grinned
They'll live until life lasts