Tag: life
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Ashes in my coward mouth
A coward gets his fate Choice is for the brave I am abating light, waning away Eyes painted like Michaelmas Daisies Boredom will derange me Fate’s whims do arrange me Attritive routine acidic change me Berate me, lame angel ineffective Dullness will encase me With scant use, ivy-effaced A dying tree demands still dignity. Commanding…
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Hurtful retrospect; life’s scant accounting
What is life but mayhem barely grasped Actions performed clasping hissing asps Wroth what, louder sound amongst sounds Storm dormant little envies that raging now What the championship sash but wraps to cloth cerement on your death Earthen firmament cloven doth oven heat’d eat stink with slight ceremony When the presiding priest is seen frightened,…
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DEATH, BORED
Watching timered grains between columns spiralling When the last retires, he life’s timer recycles Empty egg hosts brood nested awaiting entry by hireling psyche Some are given souls of beggars, others valorous high kings But in rendering, at tithe’s taking, at tide’s last licking, at lake lady’s last gladius alofting All are thin arriving ragged…
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Raised Good
I’m a Prince contending with life on an open road, used to glimmering places I have relations in Limerick, mostly Norman, Father and Uncles are Knights of Glin Vast bay windows signal light in, filtered through satin curtains it has the tallow, marshmallow hue of candlelight It makes the favoured brass candelabra to shine like…
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Execution, Noble Death of Martyr Sparks Tears on Mary’s Cheek
Red the rod of punishment, testament to our eventual end Commencing with a rain of descending shells wailing like Djinn A long reign of hell unto ceaseless bloodshed Welcoming easeful death Deck slick with blood Red as runover berry punnets Yield of past melees vast upon Avast ye, cast eyes upon bold bastard William Turner…
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