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
- Written in London. September, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Наум Коржавин – Кое-кому
- New York at Night poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Homeless Man by Mary TallMountain
- Алексей Плещеев – Есть дни, ни злоба, ни любовь
- Troopin’ by Rudyard Kipling
- A DARK HOUSE by Satish Verma
- Илья Эренбург – Жилье в горах, как всякое жилье
- Олег Григорьев – Полосатая оса
- I Want It Now by Roald Dahl
- Maple by Robert Frost
- София Парнок – И голос окликнул тебя среди ночи
- Владимир Маяковский – Типографы книги делают… (РОСТА №241)
- Tracks In The Private Country
- The Autopsy by Russell Edson
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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).
