Ferments And Torments Poem by John Sensele

A tender song I sing
To potent hope I cling
As I flee from ferments of fling and bouquets of bling

Floating flavours of faith
Catching my breath
Veering away from stealth

Promoting plumes of penance
Devoid of vestiges of vengeance
In circumstances of every stance

In the distance I take
With croissant creeds I bake
Making and faking no mistake

As my eyes to blindness close
Akimbo arms my pensive pose
With bliss bouquets of the red rose

I tender on bended knees
For unsung busy bees
As I pay my please fees.