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A Tots Woe
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Prediction within a DepictionI predict many that have predicted, Another's vicarious inspiration becomes. Oh how vast into the past I've depicted, How the bendable earthly stage was set:Prediction within a Depiction
There sat a man with lore, and so he saw, Over every ocean shore and skyscraping peak, And every lake and bird and thirsty beak; Tranquil cerulean skies brought forth.
Then came to view a Flower Lady he observed, Of ethic and class, noble in beauty in, and out, (In vicarious glee with her smile, all the while), Walking with a brittle basket of varied flowers, Wearing thick roped dark coffee tresses, &nb
by *PeacefulSoul
The Sinister Surgeon TableHunger, cruelty, sin, and sick, And that filthy fleshy dipstick To destroy a mistress virgin, Are tools of this Sinister Surgeon!The Sinister Surgeon Table
What the Stomach, and what food, In Thy pot, had this organ brewed? What the Brain, and what knowledge, Could be lead to know its limit to a ledge? And what Heart, and what love, Could be left nude like a hand That tugs barbed things without a glove!
And did He, said to create ye, Hollow the lusty tubes Of the men and the women; And did He, said to create ye, Inject a man with that vile semen For his mistre
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The Emobodiment of SorrowSorrow is the windowed mood That [frames] the souls face: It looks out, and sees it is crude, Then it turns away in disgrace.The Emobodiment of Sorrow
I have seen it hew and course through the trees: On branches it shook, and took along a leaf, It ventured to the crags of extremities, In hope to say farewell and put to rest its grief.
And upon arrival, with an auburn complexion, It has now crinkled to a frown: Tempting itself overlooking the rocky fringe, It sojourned, while peering down, Wherein many a woe and kempt memories pass; The leaf waned more and could only twinge!
by *PeacefulSoul
Prophetic FlowerProphetic flower here you bloom, Whose stalk seer-tall supports your petals Above Man, bowing limp and gloom With those whom step on needles and nettles.Prophetic Flower
And whilst swaying augurs [the swayed], Wearily aging yet time resistant, time telling: “Someday the ghastly Bee will buzz!” Wherein a woman screams, “What’s all the knelling?” Some man exclaims and deems, “The pestilent Bee, the pestilent Bee, Going his round the Anthers To pollinate and deflower Thee!”
Yet Thou are resentful to grow, elsewhere, On the barren
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Tantalus Love - a songI had been watching her awhile, Since she first Shared with me her smileTantalus Love - a song
Monday morning, When first, I heard her voice to me
She was too shy To let me know, Petrified To let sensation show
This I pen to you And this, It’s just cliché to me
Heretofore, We can talk, In a subconscious way
Although you tried “I love you,” For you was hard that day.
If only you could prolong, To drawl the words you feel . . .
My beating drum Begins to pace, Whe
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If Only I Could Live As DeadI could write away the answers, Spurning from whim dancers Depending, pending on my head. In my bed I’d be drifting While my soul is busy lifting If only I could live as dead.If Only I Could Live As Dead
I’d decode every enigma For any induced by stigma, In question or in thought. With my death I’d be telling What all and why there’s all the knelling If only I could live as dead.
Oh I, could tell you if, The Heaven above really exists. I could answer things I never have before. Then I would be asked, and answer more! I would not be just a thi
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The Punctuations of LifeDeath is a definite period. Those who come after are colons: Brief are the struggles when met with commas, Yet illness and age, the half points, our semicolons; Thereafter, follows last words ending with ellipsis’s . . . Here are mine, “Whatever love I left behind is no word or color of mine, Nor shall it mock whatever blood I may have shed Or upon the sentence it came into my head . . .”The Punctuations of Life
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One Hell of a Wicked Night IIOmening dusky dreams drape down the right side of my heads temple while laying at the edge of sleep, shattering against the hard tiled ground! My lips moue, press together and forward, as my back lies turned on its side wailing in restlessness and distress. Some Masquerade Wanderer stole upon an answer he knew was mine, thence, altered my REM into forty-five diverse events that were all but an else’s state of mind. The labyrinth creviced lines between the tiles — just below the bed I laid, afloat on sheets — enveloped my soul and dragged me down to its Cranium cracking soresOne Hell of a Wicked Night II
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A Tots WoeThro the throes of birth to dawn, Out from this dusky womb I go:A Tots Woe
My Mother pushed, gasping a whimper: Repeat, fade, repeat, fade . . . On her last, the Doc, Okayed, Okayed, While my Father stood me up On a naked world, many stories told. Upon its surface, I walked like a limper:
To what path, to what where, Within me could not care, Minding a mind, I never minded. Innocent sight, no terror there, Nor Light appeases or Darkness I dree: Neither side could explain, For me, neither wise nor loud enough, To fall for bluff or slush in their sloug
by *PeacefulSoul
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I am pleased to say, without adulterating you with flatters, but this sounds like something Fulke Greville himself (said to be the Mast...
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This poem neatly weaves a whimsy feeling and the third stanza has absolute outstanding and stupendous imagery. In the second stanza, li...
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Where the setting is doused with flowers
Upon a field, accompanied by butterflies,
As some random man screams,
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