Tag: poet
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The writers
Ne’er do well but I say do tell when someone bells Seven bells, there are seven hells Seven silent cells wherein dwell Seven monks happily settled, all ties severed Tied together, in this life and the next, forever At work bringing survivors together Rome’s fracture, the end of its primacy Its fragments pried at for…
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The last smuggled light
Breached that impeachable city Whose highest reaches Were to mountains mighty The height of teachers to a child Wild-eyed horde and horned, defilers To hoarse horns piled against the doors and climbed They were breached this time The final defeat, so often preached, has reached us Gold, molten pools once rosy heavengates Melted down to…
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Friendskin treatise
Expecting to see a wagonback Within a year at least Why else would I be able to write like this, with such ease? Crafts and their mastery I’m one of those jammy bastards, I don’t even try Just type Some’ll say well that’s obvious from the rhymes And number of lines.
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Deliciously fatal
We’re dipping grapefruit into great food Cocaine with everything, as brainfood Else it’s too plain like a grey suit Feelings I couldn’t begin to explain Inflame me The receiver of my brain hijacked Unrecognised train just took to my tracks Like Max Headroom’s back And it’s not max normal.
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Instructions for pulling your life apart in one day (faceful of emergency glassplate to make me look intrepid)
You can have your sins cleared if you pay Sin eater by occupation I’ll give you a name, show you the way There’s a step, we both know you have to take it Unsaid and that way it must remain Until our days are wasted, never speak plain What could be deviously obfuscated Have everything…
Alchemisland 