Tag: poem
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The secret of sitting for portraits
Sitting for courtly portraits Hours unmoving, some find torturous I slink off, go somewhere else, you see Escape through a portal into outer Me Gateless, without palisades No corners, shapes or names Where elephants, grapes, bridges, hadrosaurs and regretted days Are each one and one the same; A place where is and is not shame…
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DECOR
Pillared gates await those who visit or hope to escape. Vast estate, bought paid, primarily peopled by vaches Grasses grazed by handsome herds of Jersey and Guernsey cattle. My hand shaped this land to something stately as well as shapely All my demesne arranged suchlike. Lip splutters What raises blood in others to me does…
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STATUECRUMBLR
Took a trip to Bath as part of my masonic passage My patron lends his patronage, boosting me up the ranks I’m rushing like tanks over sandbags, across no man’s land Toward my thirty third degree, wiser man than me Decreed this the age of adulthood, when all childhood flees Freed of youth, the form…
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Spinefuckr
Born fucked, Richie to the power of 3 crooked Curtains for my hurting vertebrae Took her offroad for the day Wheels spinning, muck spray More mud on the door than on the uniform Of a bomb-tired Tommy in the First World War Two tours in Tours, you could hardly call me a tourist I could…
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Kingly nap
As snow toploads a flower, Lo, see my head gold banded like a bandit’s finger, in its finest hour, Ignobly lowered closer the soup’s rim by dint of glinting crown.
Alchemisland 