Tag: poet
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The strength (one day more)
Smasher of Pangea Increate, grant strength To rip myself from bed And claw way to work Panacea, melancholy’s antidote Grail overflowing with serotonin. Something niggling away inside me, ingrown nail Thinking myself a failure, to mockers abeyant Hidden fire, pyre strength alike which London undid, paling That bridge falling down, famously Falling with it, watertaking…
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What the nobles did during battle
Lesser lords haunting hillrounds, by ruins of ancient tin mines Taking soundings before they ride At a French upbraiding and routing, own cowardice defying Cry havoc houndsflee, uprising in saddles with newfound spines A councillor allowed will always a councillor be I renounce all council, none else concocts my cockatrician dreams.
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Telling paramours tomorrow’s battle plans
Hoi polloi cider-joyed and kingringed lordlings eiderdowned Cavorting under one roof, hearthfires zenith to a point A bored portal around which scrawl Esculent-redolent miasms lingering like kicked dogs Spasming phantasms in Caesar seizures Grog, groping, the mind fogging. Yawning eyes to awning’s eaves attention pay Adam’s eyes to Eve, morning of the sixth day Night…
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Prostration’s cessation
Centuries of endless boredom end Stirring suddenly, repulsing dust I must I must I must I must At first my fussing mind tells me I am tired It mires me in anxieties, like manacles feet unfreeing Sprites spiteful away from me I thee banish, I thee vanquish They without bodies cannot vanish But for a…
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Wrists fissuring, soul fisherman
Contusions where a bracer sits Sutures circletting sawn wrists Sore, agonised with gifts. Squeezing to little movement In the humble office, abluting Below a blue and grey mosaic Of Roman Pluto threshing hay. What rooted this bruising What routed my armies In rash confusion Making me Napoleon. Elba, Saint Helena Or there adjacent Frosting my…
Alchemisland 