DARBY AND JOAN

Tempestuous gallivant of tremour rattles the sitting room

Cadence stiffens vendata as it romps from dead pan into

a deadlock ;

The nimble-sighted fracas annexed by counterblast  and

Armada of arggy-baggies thus began;

‘’love so arduous tarry long;love so dicey loves forever,

And loves so cumbersome smears forever,

And so in the upper enclave  they steed thy loins.Thou knoweth it not ‘’

‘’Trade not armistice ,thou mole of wretched asshole ,

-an apologia that thou canst not defend ;

Will thy argot saved thee to defend the allegory ?

Blethering pounds of bligthers  in thy loins romps  apoplexy

Thou gatherim g clouds of cacophony  in whose wench cadavenous

 cackles wither ‘’

‘’Behold you knave of Mongolian neanderthal  ,a dolt of bathos ,a

 Dumbel of common ailment,

A plainant pointificate haunted by knackery and caught in the cadges

of the cad and cabages;

Chide the cadavers and lampoon the calisthenics-callow of the cadgers

Salacious galls so dainty ,they meed in hell ;for love so arduos so dicey

 loves forever ,

Revert to camaraderie and capitulate!’’

‘’What cannibalistic mien art thou, so smeared of brasstacks

And knoweth not how   disgusting  thy lacuna ;tis  love never let thee inquire ,

And blind thee to the counsel of verity;

Barricading  the promenade to veracity,let alone caress thee to the beauty

 of feminism  ;

How warden love trimmed hardest love to carol its effigy –

A carte blanche in derision and a cauldron of gender  repression;

Fairer maids never come at nights  and to thee mire I gave ,

In exchange of cause celebre

O blessed deceit ,ignoble chavalier ,wither !’’;

‘’Shall I swear  by ignoble ego ,so thy grievous self be all righteous

And appurtenances of blissful  garden by thy trademark?‘’.

‘’Chinless won der swear not with thy ignoble humble self ;

And a cipher hound of luminous   circadian rhythm,

Knowest not thy follies , that thou mayest  not falter at thy beckoning ,

Bless thee now that thy folly can depart  and swear not with the earth

Under sun  but thee the  sun of  heaven  ,

For thou didst not keep them  and gallows at heart‘’.

Jocund  gay  to jockey for position clamours far away,

Did the falconer not fagged at the fag’s end ?

Did she hear the falsetto of pooves at its stable?

Swung to avidity and fervidity whose festal pomp and festoon

Of fuddy-duddy tosses , in trenches of furore,

Fabled on the hoof of hohas and hooeys ,of hoopla to scoop  disgusting

clowns ,

Gift of the gab now gift of the garb,so direst to calumniate .

She gleans on this glebe amidst the glistering pawns of glees

And pouncing glides ,

Pure,kink-hearted goons steeds to lapse and still out of the lather

,the latitudinarianistic lather struck the latch,

A bigotry netherly derelicts and a pantaloon hoodwinked by voodoo

Of astigmatism;

Prim-ridden palor ,a bald plate of peregrinated  wit,a perk of phantom

 Harangue;

And hooded by phantasmagoria picketing of the Queensberry rules

Does the goose pays the piper and the gander?

Does the radicle rot before its rapist?

Scraggly whore of a scoundrel  feedeth on her palm,

And like a scotch of a scourge scouts for scam in the direst villain of

 Teleology.

                                                           CHRONOPHOBIA

Brashtide lurks in its veil wherein deadweight is sinewy and shred

See,how it dampens to coat lever upon the belligerency of its cocoon

Fested oars;

And golden nuggets and pearly-foxes interred beneath seashores 

muzzled an ox;

To hound the  personages of this bombastic logophobia and gladiators of eschatology

And rays of epistemology;

Cast over lushy curtains of agoraphobia.

Does the spinage takes the next line of defence;

In dark disdain and utter disgust as frosty bland of studded briddle?

Was she not so coy and forced to content  upon the brawny

sinewy of the senile ,

To feed on the heavenly steam ?

That moisture of grace that thou  refutes  at guillotine ,

And calls it bluff with pure chaste held alloyed over charm,

 that breedeth more beauty than the whole of Alupluto ,

And crimson sallow overworn  and bruised from the earth-bliss,

A renegade that thy sallow dismayed upon the pleading balm to

infect the soothing nerves ;

That deprived monarch of charm canst not hold down  her resolve

And lo, forth from beneath to above and hence rigmarole,

Chasm  reflex flexes the ambience of  mortals

Oh chronophobia ,thy repugnance fits the fiddle as thy wrath and penalty

Did she not spin in veil that thou mayest bridle this fury?

Whose venom on the art of derision knows no bound

And no balm even for its personages to refrain fury .

Anachronists are known to fall into this orgy and penals

Whose remorse  zeutergeists grope in the dark

Cast in bellicose rapture and galled by foible and chasm .

Smitten by fury , did she ever remorse too late too soon?

Too soon ,too late forever caught by wedge never recover

It pays the ritual that jury might sacrifice to chaste this fury

Inquire the motes as they evanesce to spin off recklessness of arts

Plead not for justice by thyself of exuberance of ambivalence .

Heavens dews thrill the earth of the salved ;that thou mayest fly

as the eagles ;

In whose benumb the dead must be shed and the furies chastised by

Entreaties and pleadings of the salved to scythe outbreak

Art is vile behold wherein man is vile and man is vile wherein vile is art ;

Peregrinated wit unction its galls as arts savour replenishes  its brawl

Shall the brawny veins flex in vain and vile and the fury evermore disdained ?

Alas ,the strike is terror and the terror the strike

And for the vigilant the strike is victory ;for the smart at heart befriend it.

                                                                   THE VOICE OF THE HURICANE

How come the lilies  become the lily-livered at the bellows

of the ranch of rancor?

Tis the random haze spurs beckons at thy beck ;

An atrophy with so much spits about sheltered from the scandals

Of its consequences ;

A lacuna that eaons fail to decipher ;

Hurled in uncommon knack-o fair sighted gallows canst not binge;

Steeped  in the garrulous hanker of mutiny and robed with the

Girdle of a rocky mound and steely-grey-hack scribe

A retionated glee with much vaunted rejuvenation at the dunghill,

The old grandmaster wishes to go again ;

In the tempest of mangled vein ,knackered resolve and bruised ego ,

Clandestine bade it a Jolly fellow farewell ,

Not bellwether friends but fairwether friends,

Like gales that blew as terror guns in the most dreadful  hurricane of

 human canyon;

Frenzied with tremendous winds that sought to smash to splinters

Mortal intrigues ;

And indisposed mien hung aloof on a caisson ;

Swept up in a monsoon  and boats hurled In foaming billows and

 flung overboard;

A terrifying power that struck mortal ego asunder for the surgery

of phantasmagoria psychophobiacs and jewel of indecision.

Cast amidst stormy seas ,blokes avalanche in fiasco mended no bruise ;

And deluged by tidal waves of bandwagon cascade;

Scribed in the pamphlet of  astigmatism,a  nebula of icon-bursting,

Genealogical malediction ;

A jittery of incertitude beguiled by denudation of unforeseen posterity.

Remorseless until the gallows fail to relief .

Well now,rebuke no more of repugnant verbal powers and ill-disposed customs

Glorying in the  vile worm and dark spirit of disorder ;

See that revel in the minion ofsuperficiality and  superfluity  of the gal ;

And may ease succor for miseries ,cajoling public treasure in trenches ,

The gargantuan  prodigy of stale and a wondrous pale of derelicts

 signifying nothing ;

But fire and brimstone parvenu and  verve and gusto of pomposity.

Why hangs thee up thy braggarts  of a brawl and heaves thy ilk’s up

 above  the rising tide?

May thy soul descend into abyss.May it descend indeed  for the favour

of eternal bliss

Hewn in the paradox of stormy spikes ,with cavalcades trending hostile

Vessels amidst hostile storms ;

Alas ! drooping mules ,not dampened by foul effluvia of its obstreperous

Ships and cantankerous voyage ;

Had serfdom not  the lot and prime heirloom of the apostate and devout serfs

Alike?

Like spigots and geyser that never ceased its fountain .a pithy blanket and

 Tentacles;

Cascaded a tercentenary and a half until the find siècle

How well and ridiculous it turns the piety of the ages and courted flirtations

of the mighty ;

We jest , we fest ,we wrest but not clung to rabid wings ,hypochondriacal 

and sallow-feast ;

Barrels of broken promises glided the seas in dread of logophobia

To enhance the meanness of shallow orgy .

On a secluded island ,serenaded with tacit tales of gales ,

garb of epistemological robes  and shuttling vessels of eschatology ,

Bled down ropes to the sea and scooped up sea water ;

Amidst extinguishing blazes inquring for the hurricane voice ;

Tons of windy supplication sunk below seabed

‘’To which harbor shall we sail to find arbiter ?’’

Bombastic guttural of a captain lamented on the eve of drowning seas

 with drooping mules ;

Never will the provincial bumpkin fits the saddle-prowls ,

Nor the high chaste and high hurdles of  aristocracy ,erect a monumental

carriage ;

Asseverating and assertive enough to fit the fiddle of blarney stone- kisser

Without stench ;

Waiting for the hurricane voices frenetic pawns on the ages;

Neither yearning for the hurricane voice nor a zealot scribbled ,doggerel 

Rhyme and thick shelf of grandiose scribe ;

With swooning gravity of martyrdom ,laden with the severest satire ;

Of the existentialism of human species .

Till frantic a demise to goof us dire

Till bliss to die and goons forever .

Tis the promptitude of fugacious drill of loftied pitch

Unctions  artillery and munitions for headstrong hurricanes ;

A loin upon which we can regiment  and the identity of true nationhood

To roll out the fastidious garb of the punsmiths ;

upon the hurricane voice crotcheted little horses filibustering ,

there is no end to search for a true identity of the drowning man.

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