A symthony to epithetize my manner,
jaws open as the choir of notes abound
a musical rendition, with a banner;
A bagpipe full of wind aligns the sound.
It grasps the strings upon my played out feelings.
Musician's gods to vilify my soul.
applaud decends from balcony and ceilings,
but, never more my weary heart control.
The jaws of barking dogs enlist the melody,
to smear the G-string that I have adorned,
with fiddlesticks that pound a beat of pillory
I close my ears, my mouth will now be mourned.
Darkness opens hades gates to paradise;
I'd rather die than live with vulcans claw.
The violin of love has turned to socialize.
The crow still sings regurgitation's caw.
Author notes
Option: Dishing out the lies- Title from prompt # 3
Wubbie get down you fatty
A contest entry
- Top Hats and Cold Gold by ResplendentCloud.
1100 points, ended December 21, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this write is not anything like I've ever read before. When people rhyme, it doesnt work as well in message and vocabulary, but this is simply exquisite!
good job and goodluck
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