THE STONY GIRL

Is the heart made of flesh or stone,
That a girl living at a stone throw
From my stony house
Has a hardened heart made of stone?

With a stony brain which does not soak
The dripping waters of wisdom,
The exceedingly stony skin
Which does not respond to stimulus-
The whips and lashes of a gigantic cane
Specially made for that stony skin.

With a stony laziness of hers
Which can break a stony instrument
Specially made to measure stony laziness
Spoiled from birth,
Everything has been and are being done for her.

And a stomach, not made of flesh
But an elastic flesh
A glutton of the First Order
With a hippopotamus' stomach not
Worthy of being considered a simile to
Hers -
Able to stretch beyond reasonable limitations.

A stony girl with a stony blood
But having an elastic stomach,
Can only have her stony-rigid attitude
Changed to the better,
By the wise hands of  time.
KingPoet ©.

ROSES IN THUNDERSTORMS

Just as the wild roses of the mountainous fields
Budded and blossomed with
Fragrance that extinguished
The flaming odour of a flatulence,

The storms summoned the
Thunders to a great Sanderin,
Plotting conspiracy and coup d'etat
Against the adorably wild roses
Of the mountainous fields.
KingPoet ©

STIR IT UP

STIR IT UP

Lo and behold
Thy life has become a burdensome load
Unable to leap with the magnitude of a toad

The water is static
Stir it up with a stick
In thy heart state of despondence
Manoeuvre and stir it up with resplendence
Stir up the nemesis
Name it the Golden Road of Genesis

Stir up the endless, nameless, faithless failures
Thy horns are lifted with splendour and majesty
Stir it up!!

#KingPoet

Planet Art

The blissful combination of the Pen and the Brush gives birth to the tenth planet - Planet Art.

To question the sovereignty of the Unfathomable is folly.