Triskaidekapoetry

I wish I had more drama
The smallest of ados
To stop my poems from turning trite

I wish I had more trauma
The slightest jam would do
I'd see things in a different light

I wish I had bad karma
A quick hard knock or two
Then surely I'd have lines to write

Alas I have no trials of late
That might deserve a poet's pen
But when the skies turn black with fate
Will I still want it then?

MYHL
7/26/06

Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer

Commentary: Triskaidekaphobia is the fear of the number 13.

The Sobriquet

                      Brobdingnagian                                       Belie two
                                         lenses                                    lazuline orbs

                                                                  ----

                  Rubicund cheeks florid from a fortnight's feverish fatigue
                       "Auricomous angel galumph back to your burrow!"
                                Your ebullient giggling had me long ago.


MYHL
7/3/06

Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer

Commentary: Tee hee hee...