Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?
Any trough not yet full
Any fervor to pull
In a direction of my choosing?
Away from the herd
You can fly like a bird
You’ll be more at home
If you leave your present loam.
Baa baa black sheep you may be a bear
Taken for a sheep, didn’t even care.
If your teeth are sharp be what you are
Do you work, I’ll do mine, play this harp from afar.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Today’s prompt: Renovate a Nursery Rhyme.
My side is in stitches
Minds been having glitches.
Taking wind from my sail
You set me up to fail.
You focused on pointless tasks
Like shoeing an ostrich,
Instead of finding a way
To galvanize in me some hope.
– Vagabond Prophet
Sometimes I need to dilute the air I breath with smoke. It’s just too fresh for someone as tarnished as I am.
X and Y
Do you remember ?
When your X found my Y
And evolved into our boy.
Does he miss me?
His daddy,
Now that the only daddy around
Is the one in the corner
With the long legs
With nobody left to kill it.
Vagabond Prophet 