I know where
Buttercups grow in the snow
A place of colour
Where people of wonder
Never fail to surprise
Showing random acts of kindness
And those that do so
Only have love in their eyes
There's a place I know and daily go
To feed my mind
Try gardening X and grow
#vss365

act like you love life
make messes and clean them up
live beautifully

#vss365 #act #senryu #poetry

I like to see
politicians

ⒶⒸⓉ

not with
flamboyant

𝓽𝗵🄴𝚊ⓣ𝗿𝙞𝒄𝐚𝓵🅘𝕥𝔂

- no, leave that to RADA -

trouble me not with
stage presence;
I don't demand
an elegant bow,
at the curtain's close -

let the spotlight fall
on unvarnished
integrity

#vss365 #prompt #act

..hours of wait,
wait for the moon
to become my muse,
my lover, or is it you
I call the moon?!

I #act like a poet
insanely in love with
with the dream claiming
it to be the muse,
or is it palpation
of yearning you?!

Tell me who are you
the muse, or my ache?
#vss365

Be still
if you have the will
you needn’t put ur words
to tone
nor put your life on loan
hush now
silence is a bell cow
else cut out ur tongue
this the last song sung
bleed, you must
pyre burns you to dust
don’t #act as if death
doesn’t become you
as does ur last breath

#vss365

#vss365
A #sycophant like you
lies in wait
On the sidelines
Bloodsucker
smiling
Pretending
Prosecuting
salivating for
Your payday
Primitive
Disparaging
Fake

Between here and there
Where
My soul could be

Behind clouds
Trying to break free
Pushing through

My rays
Are
Spears
And me
Spun of air
My
Rainbows bright

And
Whereupon
The coming night
Dressed
In sky and dreams
I sleep
Coddled
In
Star-woven
Twilight
Of you

'So, there's a giant daisy on my desk that was throwing compliments at me?' I asked Riz with his gardening hat on.
'Ya heard of #sycophant rite? Well dat is a sycoplant! Gunna sell dem ta egotists.'
'It then tried to eat me.'
'Meh.'
#amwriting #vss365 #riztherogue

Whispers in the shadows
the dark of #abandoned homes
can be heard the moans
of specters long since gone
a mist of sorrow
the dust now settles in his
dungeon-chained-heart
he pens unrequited #poems
f/blood filled inkwells
w/the ebony feathers
of the pretermit crow

#2wordprompt

A #sycophantic blast from the past for #vss365 (and because I'm a bit lazy)

'Wow, looking good, Gabe. Shiny halo. Fancy robes.'
'What are you up to, Pixie?'
'Nothing, Gabe!'
'I know a #sycophant when I hear one. You either want something or you've done something. Which is it, Pixie?'
'Neither... just storing up some credit for future mischief!'
#vss365

You dance upon my grave
Beneath a crimson moon
Shoving rusted blades
Into rotting soil
Deep into my bones
Piercing the decaying flesh
Of my anguish
Was it not enough to hurt me once?
To rip my heart from my chest
And make me watch
As you feasted
Upon my bleeding corpse
Will it…

#vss365 #Sycophant #Poet ry #Poet #Poem #Queen #Bicycle #BohemianRhapsody

Drama, I just kicked a
man,
put my boot right up his
rear,
'cause I'm hard and I'm
severe,
Palmer, he's my flunkey
see,
but his grovelling ways
they really get to me...

I'm just a bored Sir
fucked…

Caught out in the void
sycophantic imagery
Loss yielding to truth

#vss365 #sycophant
#haiku #Poetry

sometimes there's nothing
to say

flowers just bloom

moon plays ball with the sky

#WriteMap 195
#moon
#haiku
#micropoetry
#WritingCommunity
#goodnight

#vss365

Pages of the night turn to rain,
Airless to an infinite
Sapphire aura..
Higher than the sycophants tame,
Seedlings of the tease
And echoing tears
Of a long forgotten Pandora~
But this light
Is a juxtapose flame,
Time in a curb, of the nameless,
Who strayed....before her,

In haste, I sketch
sycophants' smiles on
the turtles that

stumble
all the way down.
I'm drinking
tears of a
third eye from
my palm and

wishing there was
an end but

perhaps

I'll be alright;
I hitch a ride on
a shell
with my thumb

aching like
digested crow.

#poetry #vss365

This morning
unhinges its jaw
like a serpent; we
are consumed. 

My brother
snaps the neck
of a rooster-
skillfully- and
embarrassed tries
to hide the pleasure
of this act rising
in his green
and turgid eyes. #poem #poetry #micropoetry

Holy #sycophant ,
Your breath is foul and makes us sick,
We cringe at every word you twist,
You pray for food and magic tricks,
With houses full of junk
And gravy on your greedy lips.

#vss365

Don't speak before time
What shall I tell my children
Listen thoroughly
#senryu