Broken Gourds Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Broken Gourds

Forest grew weed and make seeds,
Trees grew up high and high to sky,
Floods cultivate and crop greens,
Toads hop hop hop and fly off high.

Young, needs to go public for fame,
Teddy, must contribute to the publicity,
Young had Teddy's back before and on;
Teddy nailed Young to the cross in city.

The diamonds in the light spikes the sun,
The sun thwarts t h r o u g h sea spears
Rules are made: rules are broken; fun?
You go rogue, you speak vague and flub.

Judas, once great and lately on-deathbed
No enmity is your friend to trend,
No friend is bad, no friend is good,
If words grew on stood: life could be soup.

©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
>16/06/2017
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