Real Gone Rhyme

Kevin Michael Bloor

My poetry did charm and cheer
as I sat sobbing in my beer.
It held me (like a faithful friend)
when world of mine was at an end.

Throughout my lost and languid life,
(while shackled to a wolfish wife)
those stanzas bid me bide my time;
they sang sometimes; was so sublime!

In dungeon’s dank, dark days and nights;
temptations, trials, fond fancy’s flights;
when life had left me all alone,
and all my wildest oats were sown,

they whispered, in a still small voice,
(which made this rhyming rogue rejoice.)
They vowed true love would visit me
by streams of sweet serenity,

where I would tread my twilight years,
with Venus, through this vale of tears.
And from those sobs I’d sown in time
I’d reap romance and real gone rhyme!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2021 08:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: for my faithful friend, poetry
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 30
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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  • L. B. Mek

    what wonderful flow, so many aspects
    I can relate-to, so many elements - I admire
    these pearled words, you weaved - read
    like a baroque(esque) trochaic octa
    imbued with brave veracity's
    unwavering passion
    for poetic artistry's: majestic sublime!
    a great write, dear poet
    thanks for sharing

  • Kevin Michael Bloor

    Thank you LB. Your wonderful feedback and kind comments keep me going. I feel so inadequate as a wanna be poet. I truly appreciate your support. 😉

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