A LOVER'S BURDEN
The Sun had just turned purple in its dionysian voyage,even as the weeping moon in the olympian eliptical oval,bade astrology for a routined recess as the ontology,aproned to the ecosystem of mothernature,Sunset chapfallen did not in the milkyway beguile and subvert the charter for the effervescence,chauffeur driven sunrise gallantry, And the rosy but comfied morn that he as the machismo loved to hunt vivaciously took up his cudgel and barely smote him to scorn, And saith his passionate earth was agog beyond a predatory hawk of leadened desideratum,His argent ardour hung in circadian appropos not with the armature of backward arses in the arrays of the sublime
Fiendishly,a thousand fleckled motes laid,had been unctioned from his freakish pen,And saith that her apostasy to the very hellish bottom,hath no compare,This freak out though plush but poky plump down doth him fractious to salivate,but upon leaving her disquietude and libels by he, a leonine but reproachable squirel,she pommeled back as her ponce,And the fury of deadreckoning was turned back upon his boodle,Then his poppinjay,now popeyed could no longer pounce on his poppet,What libelous to tie him down,to his rudder with his portentous levee,gingered not the exemplary gimmick,doth gimcrack infests the gadabouts,they with their graffittis,what insignia doth their personage smote! Irruption not infrequent but irrevocable treshed in irreligious fastened with rash jingoism and jest of her celibacy.
And thus he freewheeling at more than histrionic freezing point,a lain of more than a freewill offering,Horsestricken metropolis horse de combat,stirred up its hornet's nest,then forced to content and not hotfooted,still a hotpotato afterglow a gory anticlimax, in aftermath of zero hour at Alupluto,So their foxhound,this hothouse plant metropolis by sedulous palms, Being alabaster in this gyrate,her libido is plucked with more rashness,And with one turgid narrative from a twain shall outbrave outfight and outflank this freak of nature,blown away by its paranoia,did he parachute his paroxysm,Like a pawnbroker,paving through pawn, Who Being peached on paws fervidly cast alacrity as he could, So offers she to cast pearls,what he did not afford,
But when he witchhunting thus began,his paranoiac,he pellmells and sewered girth to blackmail this periphery,the parenthesis and the hotspots of the chaotic irruption, Never did petrifaction in this wobbling state,more pesky for a petard than he for this pestiferous state,His petard he sees,but that petard cannot himself free,Tis but his personage if any a personal nongrata; Why art thou blunder and still thou being booed did not renege?" "So,over this pettifogging hath thou hung thy lunge,O how this maelstrom of a maenad,her sepulchre lustres,for thorns that fie lifeless,cold and insensate to drink the statuetes of misty eyes.
Over this impatient rider,poachs the slothful tongue, Oft did she addle her deadweight and dunderhead to herself adinfinitum"... " Adinfinitum!" " Yea,pretty well adinfinitum" " But the mole of foible,moult can decipher" " Decipher this deranged hell!" "Impecable as the knight of old" " Oh no but this context,an exception,i take,much pretty well adinfinitum,Which on it had conceited acrobatics, Slaughtering in the abattoir,the good hays,the good fortune," "O that abrogated conjugal knot,had long abnegated rosy sky in smokes, And often an accomplice aid and abet aberrating what discontents,it sows, And often trigger an accustomed accellular norms, What accolade and achromatic ace thou didst heave up thy sleeves, o accomplice!
" Me accomplice!" " Yea,pretty well accomplice.So,adonis,any acquital in this acropolis of acid test" Sometimes,his bombastic chin perforated his camouflaged homage that scorn the scarlet bimbos,As they did battery to him in every turn,"More than thou of hotspot,she laid a thousand lewds,of an adnausean scarlet,racketeering horrifics curvature and thigh for lucred quids,Being slothed on her turbocharged adrenalin,she was acrobated, Which like adventuresome,being adventitious in aflutter,afterglowing,swung adulterate into adulterate,And let blissful knot de-coagulate over bachanalian saturate of adultery's agglutinate,where allegory not ambiguously spoken but where open sesame is laid bare.
Of scorned antidotes,had she many a dunce,O what merry in her dunce! And contemptuously hardly contrite her to fret in coup de grace,her aphrodisiac,Apocalypsed many a racket of salacious adventures and bandits'pimping,Drawing lutarious archers beneath vales,shores and the forest like the bimbo narrated in 'The hell of a woman scorned',where they flock for ambush,Therein intensely found yet more foundry ignominously addled with bloodied quids,With coyed silks laid and cozened,it was emblem of her libidinous courthouse perpetually covetous, This stealthy couch,often berthed she in her invidious courtesan coupon, Without her rowdy crackdown flung over a sebacious verdict thrown,like a remorseful antic pox,o famished dog, famished thou art thou art same impenitent voodoo,now is she for a craven lull" that apoplexy cussed in....
" Now your estranged to this numb was a kitchen hermit.She had no perfidy whatsoever for enrobed tacit.So,coon how come heypresto, this castigate of perfidy-an hypothesis?" " A kitchen wench,but with her cohort,a spanish steward she did consignment and maketh cuisines aboard! And lo,there was counterfeit on board." " Her steward !" " Yea,she belched in her clandestine carteblanche,her utmost arcane.So,be not disposed to ply your troth at a fairer sex allegiance. Plead thee caveat at your wince." " Anyway,same old geezer,same naivety o accomplice," " Which accomplice?thou canst not like the Cynics,a ransom for the fanthom evidence noosed.And so thou didst yelped falsehood,what vafrous unhallowed unison.what vamp up hell thou didst undermine appends
her unfledged remorseless facade,undulating pendulum had voodooed her cavalier which counterfeited her innermost bossom,lay in rancour
Still yet thou didst her machiavelli judiciously justified,not to stoop in dread of chastity and humour.
there was no rancor till a fortnight ago, And then when the spanish lend her mine own coquette,cooed in the closet and the twain's convulsion burst its lid out,the ace up the sleeve,Did i not instantaneously intercept the copulation redhanded?" " Is she her fickleness that fickle?" " But where desecrate mine homage that you cannot pay?" " O homage for an accomplice! homage,acomplice! Now i shall belch. Forty days and forty nights had considerable potency,i cannot forget,What confidence tricks,thou didst play with her contemporary coquettes,
which in that rashness that defies adumbrat,the concretes thou cannot lay and still condescend aplomb. This i take offence." " Well said,so do i big concoct crudite foam And on top of rage like she,you rent the air with acrobatic tunes,what fumes and bravura of hellish miasma, A brat what brashed his boon companion and not from this his bootstrap propped up".
"Brash no piety too benign,sometimes a carteblanche that the ruffle cannot curtail".So,slide they into a brawl,flimsy grey eye to grey eye they stared blank in sheol of colourant wit,of cleverest stomp,of arcane combustion,of holistic but hagiological coastline,tramping each rudder by rudder,Pensive courthouse,desecrated as they flung winces toward this courtesan trade,they bicker as the naught, Falomo the kisman to the princes hath no apology for its ramshackled intent,rhapsodised by his troth," kismet knows when thou shalt thy humblest sloth findeth again, Ah i do not remorse th
for this apologia,What if this bombshell sticks to thee greedily a stain?" " Blissful knot"though saith he"is but a choice the darkest days of manifold unprepared souls". " But will endart mine eye to overlook this stolid vale,that darkest eyes maddened my brawny pale" They did hang in crooked curls upon her lecherous silken apparel,frosty leadens sebacious intent,and lo,at a furlough,their gall swelled,with her copulated lips and fondled boobs and now the pimp her broker,faulty,in askance of their warlike procession fleetfooted fled sandals behind on barefoot.
And now was the timing right and apologia justified.
Contd Of Dance Of The Zombies
And by this ubiquitous gales offbeating on its o.ho of o.greish ohm which traversed its hamlets,he stampeded on his heels,with cherished abode at Alupluto,so Left it he behind,And should asphyxiate no gauntlet on a hardline,as a hardboiled gudgeon with hardluck story to cremate these dissidents and harridan accomplices,And by this haunting bale,swore never he to return,And bade his childhood nostalgia farewell to return that no hardnoosed gods of medicine man and harlequinade,Appease him to hawk,hark at and ebb his headwind intent and headway resistant,in aftermath of its hangover and appalling appanages,And east and west,south and north plunged headlong in disarray, Summoned an bade the throng flee, Now the bandits' footmen and horsemen,took the espionage expedition,And every solitary hamlets,vendatta stood still,the squireachy,aristocracy,which hid beneath by beech and pine,do not discourtenance its raid, Argybargy,they hang up no crest to its avarice as accomplices of this battleroyale,the battleships..
of the fifth columnists,being minacious ogres,with oggling bawdy jokes,bedaubed with white elephant luxury,This gale must have been ample gorgeous for him to withstand in the heavyset of a heebbiejebbie,Upon this hedonistic heaven sent opportunity,this heavyhanded heavenly bliss,ramrod straight,deep blue squeaky clean-cleared bespoke calvary taut across the elegant faced and callisthenic-rountined-crystal biceps,high cheekybones,cannoned eyes,glinting blue behind masqueraded but hooded lips,His redblonde hair,spiked helmet and a heavy smoker,crisscrossing forest hedgerows at nocturnal hours on cavalry,had been fastened to this ramrod by genteel spasm,hemed to helots'cotteries,with hove on denigrated helterskelter,Oh,it was just a trance to be heaved into the material but terrestrial plane, Sure,with the afternoon sun just fast ebbing and sunset fitered the victorian curtain of his canny alcove,once clinging defferential heels had fallen and flocked the streets like blueeyed falcon swooped he on the funfare of
of the courtesans and doth his trance did he see,to relinquish abode for these harridans and bimbos, On prancing horseback the bandits,hither and thither in sundry flight but sumptuos landaus,frightened the hell out of stampeded throng,yokels wryly but could only yap and not yank like a sharpshooter,and lo,much shaking of the boneheaded bonneted heads and yeomanry,had been hijacked by the marauders,stroking moustaches,extenuated aggression shone like a gracefully electrified street lamps and incandescent bulbs,Such was the frivolity of intemperate inner spirit and jaundiced gusto,From a lonely ploughing furrow and haunting hood,where blossom done porridge,so callously exterminated, Withered by the coldhands of the fifth columnists'ploughing ploy,for the godlike treachery of inglorious age, the courtesan,racketeering salacity like the harridans,strolling along the linden treed avenues and opulent boulevards,in dark grey skirt,feverish high necked bodice,lax chastity belt,perverted rainment and the sensible ,
shoes,scented with the perfumes of arabia,And being godforsaken google eyed,like the brown sparrow scavenged modicum as crumbs of goddamned affection that fell from the bandits'table on rampage at the ale.houses, From the seagirt Alupluto's forest,whose go.between sentinel,still not cloudy to descry,Beneath its snowy mountain,miasma vertex frollics,the northern sky where bloodfeuds and bloodhounds,hibernates garden path treachery,From the proud surfeit of the imposing northcountry,the hoodooed sky,stirred the horror stricken hornet's nest and luminous dissidents'bigbang whose alupluto's oriental pearls'tango slung dunghill,Ponderous truisms of the fugitive soil,contrast oddysey of Victorian era bloom,nor unlike the elegance of the edwardian england felt across its channel, Sworn to oath not to be estranged from the nuptial knot of their first love,but this aggression he could not afford,Yet she flung her doting twain's solicitude with her oggling mongrel,monkey wrenched monkeybusiness and hunting stallion,
,riding customs' sentinel of broad textile and velvet,with her jet black most favoured colour,glittering top straw hat,dexterous panaches,frequented fastidious banquets,yet was she not a seam and searing,like her mutton still dressed as a lamb,burst at the seam and bandits'seasick to the consternation of the betrothed cavallier,what a wry monkeywrench whose afford vendatta as the price to liberate alupluto,cannot seditiously wage,sharpeyed lacuna,elusive sharpshooters,o what pathetic Mooncalved mongolians,a monolithic monotony where cluelessness flies on every damn side,ride the plateau headhigh,seriocomic and sheepish aluplutans,fair-haired slaves,guillotined in their backyard,from where sweet treachery and perfidy crescendoed neplusulstra,this bale the gunsmith spareth not mousetrap cheeses,progenitors of mousied mowers,whose generation plunged them deep down this abbys,muffling their muffled drums at their soldiery's funeral,and then upon their muddleheaded muddle did lay bossom for the extant generation
Pithily,multifarious perfidy stood at plumpy heights and above are the oaks of salvation train beyond witly pluck,whose acorn barely drop to heave them sigh and relief, Heinous are the stigma that buffet the bough,Of the cimmerian darkness,from the elysian bliss, Beyond streams from the northcountry,is to the cavedwellers and the foresters'jolly unfair roses' winces, Beast of this berth,the bard earnestly craves the impulsive shoal of its knight of old,How he old foggiest,like the Aluplutans, bereft sharpshooters,oldfashioned look,oldtimer,is conspicuous beyond its darkest clouds and moments forlorn by fugitive lands,No forester tracks the bluesky,up to the provincial hill,Sentinel lost at River Abesi,from Which crimson incursion,atrophy they foment, Grazes this dusk of shellschocked and shellacking plains,what oleaginous fact that the old wives'tale be not overturned,if be spurned with olympian outfight?Perniciously,contemptuous populace outmaneauvred in that fondling outbrave of outherod,lay the outcry,
but outmarch,outface and outflank,from the outset,outweighed and outstripped the commensurate momentum machismo when juxtaposed,in the bellicose ire may sallow for donkey years to come,
When will marauders cease to hoist their petard and ploddering poseurs like the bard and the foxes ever make a dent?Till their plodded pliance pliable otherwise adinfinitum trods king machiavelli,the horrendous blanket at alupluto,this vintage the sower its frankinstein shall reap,the sheep and the goat,not rob peter to pay paul,and beyond this posser to the karma hills'plow,Shall plunge beneath as the struggling sheep,now there are few mighty trees standing aloof at alupluto,but the wisest man in babylorn still in the brew,in a frosty vintage,that still must foam,round the misty mountain of white elephant luxury,fifth columnists,dissidents and abrasive marrauders,in a stench that stinks to high heavens,
This mirage and haphazard furrows with furnishings of sloth,have now turned dilletante into a norm,Traded from funky frith,a bedaub in linen white,And one billow of frith the betrothed fell the great oaks and desecrated the knot,And like her ilks,have her lucre's voluptuary wraith supplanted for a furored licentiousness," come quids,come power"saith she with impenitent pawn," come dough,come forth,go forth towards heaven,towards nirvana and brings comfort,O how sweet are those wights not impuissant,meshed with filthy lucre,passport to the vertex dwell celibacy to flock,We are dellilahs of the samsonic bent","To ellysian night where they strike they flock"so saith the golden bard of alupluto,And now hath then in every hamlet,consigned to its gale of horror,shellacked grey horses,with ramscallioned esteem,in embarrassing mode,a mongrelled monger,monomaniac moochers,mooing like,mooning away in this moonlit morass,Behold how the old greybeard blood brother,was interred in morass graveyard where their woman goes
to the market and the man stays at home,The warfare are nearer than thought,Ere the trenches of River Abesi,Is not providence in monumental disarray,a bard not so convoluted,this mystic was kept, Upon this ramrod of greyhack pen,not dead as a mutton,was it embalmed,His muzzled tacit as keen as a mustard not intruded,and its muzzling gun,as muttering gunsmith,not a basketmouthed blunderbuss,untiring like a muzzle loader,loaded at the muzzle and the breech,For all the bandits' virulent armies,were arrayed against he,And this hell of funky 'n'frith,maketh he banished his heels,and the lucre-gloat bimbo,Many a stout ally this shooting match,they and time cannot quell,nor join muster for a shoo,The Aluplutans'generalisimo,the prince of artillery,ballistics and cannonade,rot away in this hell, By the River Abesi,the tumour was horrendous,For all the heinous charade to Sarabesi,shivery men took to their heels,the bimbos,the moos and the amazons retreated from their flight into the bossom of bandits,to court them
Indeed,as Mark Zuckerberg concurred this golden but extant apothegm'fortune favours the bold" and even the rash fellon at its purloin,A horrible that it was appalling that for twice a deconium to fleet away.
A horrible scene for this protracted illness of time now surrogated with a rackrent of a iconic repressive reprieve?
The Next Poem- A Swamp On Misty Mountain
A swamp on misty mountain,it cannot walk! Her bigotry of bibulous moon, Blushing blustery on a pungent,frozen in boloney in boloney or still blubbers,with bludgeon, On the booby trap of a boored boohoos,swamps its blanket over misty mountain,the boohomies of the boon companion,bouts bathos,her pilloried shred,harrangued in the blether of booverboots,breach standing so dire,so terse,Bravos in the brahman braid of this bellicose jungle,retreat from the pelt and back,like the rainment of the seacloud,rainfall in her pelt,still drowning her eagle,Grievances crooned with cryptic crutches and scraggled with parodied gallows,purloining in breach's lace, Vendatta consort and a bromide,waxing broiling hot at her misty mountain,Deep burrows dug within your embroidery of bulesque gad in your ensconce to defy brown study and coronate dilletantes,What evaporating soil to your dingy storm!A buzz on buzz and dives so plump strokes a behemoth,Of broken silence whose idioms speak on vanishing sands,of motheaten missing vowels
and dappled consonants,within nature's apopletic stammers whose mastery of subacid songs cannot be sung nor its sonorous cackle cut, Boneheaded urchins,not calcified in calamine lotions,A cacophony of cadaverous baboon,Dancing calypso at every monkey's banana pluck,and dancing hysterically still of your shallowed tusks and husks,How chapfallen,at thine wind blown beyond stratosphere,sobs when its chaperon condescend to their etiquettes,still cavill to no avail,chickenhearted but clueless cue,coadjutors of craggy roots,dripping hurricane in cranky shore,not with crippled crimson,did they dalliance damned to damocled earth,held in gaol in dampy course,never with deference to deify time and space,not to reprobate deeds of derrind do,Why did they the blue sky in dark furrows cotteries sing? Why did they dither so long,not to ditch the dark furrows?Grey legs haunted in crouching tracks, Dithering horses ditto from roaring waters to the gangling clouds, Iberu boju,eru poju! Iberu bojo,eru poju!!The cloud,the cloud,
is a nebula,that in the doghouse blures,dogfight that dog eat dog,the cloud is the assymetry of a swamp on misty mountain and misty mountain on a swamp,a misty mount of dogone cadavers of cuckoo's idiomatic rantings,this cloud is the neurosis,the line of dementia,a gauchy cloud of bibulous moon and roasted sun,the fists and dukes of dryrot dukedom ,numbed in the heigho's amplitude of mules and heifers of hells and hellbent foams,distant clouds slay razored heaps,is blabber of contending nights and vammoosed dreams,quaking in the gathering rains.
From the sawdust to the galloping moon's to the valley of blazing sun,wrinkled moments with cacophonous proverbs slung dunghill beneath and the darkest songs far distance away,what a waste land that T. S. Elliot could not see and upon its trajectory supplanted a samp on misty mountain,where the mountain cannot move nor the sun on its feet fallen and roses go up in smoke.
Sonnet?-When the sunset vision dishes out unkempt waters from the entropy of psychotic neurosis,sordid hands are nuzzles to stump and nub its numbers in a nullah,the oblique of nuissance value cannot be obiter dictum and ooloquy to obliterate obsolescence of its panoply and humour,What pitchdark davy jones'locker,louses and howls the lovesick lounges and what facesaving palliatives hovers over this howling wilderness,What prescholarship lathers this misfired pleauteus? What mendicants'hypnosis otherwise this mediocrity dost fiddles the ashheaps,if there be ruckus,ruddle and ructions,it be so,then it be the darkest rumble,a rumble in the dead of the night.
Contd Of Dance Of The Zombies.
The slaughters of Sarabesa,this autumn,young and old,old boys,fiends and jollies,proletariats and croletariats,in gutter recess,from the orchard obsessed with the offensive,for the seniled folks,accompanied by pregnant and nursing mothers and the lepers,too tardy to repel,in the confronted gestapos,being roasted,in the cannonade,and mules and asseses,and all bounties could only cringe at their beck,if not slaughtered,in forlorn obscurity,with almost every cart caught and gestapoed in the inferno,and horror wrought in every hamlet,the pyrates in the tempestuos raids red in the midnight sky,gruffy and grumbling,grunts on the espionage and gesticulated expedition of their foremen,in the intellitentsia snipper cells,that in every darkest hour,even ere brew,snippers sent eastwasd enmassed,as they stormed westward,where even the stout guard and reproached gladiators were slained,there was no stalwart to restrain,and fast it beat and the dossage everywhere,pyrates on rampage again,halfcocks guarded in vain and hips,
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