The impetus of delirium,
drills deep into my brain.
The drifting shadow provokes,
my opulence to strain.
Impetuous choice of words,
befuddle all mankind.
Disentangle my intent,
of the colloquy beneath the rhyme.
Incontrovertibly I say to thee,
I know thy true intent.
Entrée oh aberration,
because my mind is spent!
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The house where I was born (09) by Yves Bonnefoy
- Breaking and Entering by Ralph Angel
- Little Abigail and the Beautiful Pony by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Маяковский – Теоретики
- C’est la nuit aveugle by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Robert Burns: The Gallant Weaver:
- Владимир Высоцкий – И в Дубне, и на Таганке что-то ставят, что-то строят
- Unstitching by Satish Verma
- Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14) by William Shakespeare
- Алишер Навои – Сердце взял мое сын мага
- Brockley Coomb by Samuel Coleridge
- Robert Burns: The Battle Of Sherramuir:
- The Maid Vor My Bride by William Barnes
- With A Copy Of Shakespeares Sonnets On Leaving College
- A Requisition to the Queen by William Topaz McGonagall
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
