Tag: irish
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Passing by my life
You know I’m not a hellsent protestant Here I am trying to talk to God again Back garden dolled up to look like Eden Even Eve agrees it’s a tragedy that these Sad days befall a gallant son of Adam My neighbours think I’m a madman, let them at it They hear automatic drills and…
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THEKINGISDEAD980
Third day of Mucré, our King is in the forest A busy time to be a florist The mews and awnings like old prose florid To allergy sufferers abhorrent, torture ironical To the botanist, a much needed shot in the arm After a Winter boxed in, the gelidness like old sin Lingering long past its…
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Giving up my eyes
One eye I prized, outpryed Given for knowledge Access to that well Whose waters below hell Deeper delving, to the world’s wellsprings Wherein dwells cursed water worded by hidden things Worms ring it, gnawing at the roots of the world tree I drink it, gaining knowledge unworldly My once dull eyes are brought to a…
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Pulsing apocalyptic psychodrama
Schism rhythms Bloodied meridians Prison scions Incestuous offspring Cannibal offerings Familial orgyings Roman delinquency Widespread illiteracy New medieval Rebirth of evil Age of spider queens Rubbish in the streets Hanged seditionists swaying Once heaving busy quays Empty radioactive bays Long enough blade Put Ricard to shame Brains you’re eating Confer prion diseases Henges you’re raising…
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Sundaywalk
Up Ticknock for a few spare hours, taking clean air Sweet-scented there, bowers hairy with rufous moss Mica from broken fairy mirrors spelling misluck seven years Banshee combs toothed with tears Sticking up like planted spears.
Alchemisland 