John Sensele Poems

Plots, slots, clots, tots,
They all bloat your throat.
Advice, vice, device, lice,
They all slice your price.
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If everybody accommodated common sense
There'd be more peace because no one would offend
Others to invite spite, malice and violence
Then there'd be nothing wrong to mend.
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No good if every moment all you brood turns into a plight
I wish I didn't marry as in my life you pluck slivers of light
In sentiments so spangled they strangle the breath
My mortal mind kicks to fraternise the faith
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Life isn't a limpid loaf of poetry factory
Where asinine assonance and corny consonance
Cohabit, cooperate to mutter, to mumble a history
Tinged with mundane misery and notorious nuisance
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A pig prowling pearl pavements
Breaks beautiful banners
Bungling before boring comments
Stammered with singular sinners
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In your river with a quiver vying for silver for a diva, grieve not for me, rival Steve
Instead, plead on arrival for forgiveness
For you, my sieve of reprieve
Steals deals teeming with happiness
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If you follow your hollow heart to borrow
Comfort in an effort to report readiness
To enter the centre and mantle tomorrow
Assure assembled hermits happiness
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Laugh and live
Frown and drown faster
But joys and toys give
More years to a master
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The boulder in my eye
Blinds me to the innocence I insult
When mad blood in my brain I consult
Exaggerating the little fly
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Wheels of fortune to my tune dance
I spin wheels at a sedate speed
Ensuring I don't feed greed
Lest in the wrong direction I glance
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