Tag: creative writing
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Pilgrims Walking VIII
His fast-beating heart so often in his mouth Slows like lust at hundred’s half He bleeds like a stuck calf Soon his white shirt is plastered To him pink and diaphanous Like old revenge cast in alabaster His eyes wells, the spells he won’t cast The worlds he will never master Forbidden from this ever…
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Pilgrims Walking – VII
In the morning no sign of the knights Off with their hides, hied to the night Only memories left behind As rind and reminder Life can be like a wine cup, full up of the good stuff Or empty, a wind up bird it can sit in the drawer or fly plenty High hundreds of…
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Definitely Getting In
We started early Gig’s in Marlay No sign of Jacob Names and numbers like a parley On paper in my parlour Scarlet to ring you so early How’s your mother? Grand sure, listen Have you got powder? Ten minutes, sound brudder I’m in me kitchen, yeah Gonna be a growler alri’. Think I’m seeing the…
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Wisdom of Nine Books Read
They had read but nine books between them, what their libraries had available Besides the Bible, a smattering of John Bunyan, a line or two from Donne Abundance of knowledge like a ring too small To learn or love when you already know it all Neither gall nor guile surprises the self-reliant His earth the…
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Never beg a bandit for water
Two thirsty nazis toads Sore from the open road They beg water with no oaths Leave them open throated Burn the slaughter Beyond enemy lines with no orders Nazi blood caked marauder I wore khaki and carried a king’s shilling Now I am hacking through gizzards, aroused when killing The scenes I choose to leave…
Alchemisland 