April 29, 2025

Patience.Sonnets 9 and 10

Is it not patience the chef of fattest cow
the queen of recumbency in the midst of brouhaha
To pacify thee from the sacrilege of smithereens in dingy storms?
What more adjectives do you know about her?
O you delight to know how sleeky it is to endorse recumbency,accumbency,succumbency,decubitus, 
And the fastest loop to couch over  reclination?
When do they recount the perfidy that consumes time 
With horror only to get back to the salt mines?
Pantoffle, on the mores,slip shoes to vitiate creeds ,
O clump and scuff,upon babouche,to tarnish custom,
Where baboosh upon mule,a badass, 
keep the mucus nose to grindstone.
A flight of sparkplug,frondeur, renegade
flies off a tangent,
Where the honeys ,wasps and bees flock,a bedlam of medley 



Throws patience out of the door
And when the locusts strike and lofty trees bedevilled with barren leaves 
The queen of golden Nirvana and fattest cows
Get the avalanche of accolades at c'est la vie,
A que sera sera pent up where cookies crumble .
Patience shall not persuade their parody nor their bloodworm,milkwarm 
To warmish at loggerheads with blockheads.
Wafflestompers,on brogans and work boots 
But sacrifice and only by sacrifice to pay the price of freedom.
Where the rainments adorned by her cloth public square 
And wreath of proud titles drifts garlands with regalia 
Weary toils servile yardarm to yardarm,hand in glove,cheek to cheek,with broken limbs and 
Where tender buds have tender roses,
Tender roses have golden roses and golden roses have golden morn.
And lo the crying earth too complex too boo himself
From the diluted bleach to boon starry earth.






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