Oddments and Such
A poetical blog.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Rage, rage against the crying of the mite
Do not go meekly into that Odeon night,
Old age should rant and rave at kids these days;
Rage, rage against the crying of the mite.
Though wise men of their ringtones know; silence is right,
Because their words have brooked no fight they
Do not go meekly into that Odeon night.
Gentle folk, four bucks a Coke, or sipping Sprite
Their simple needs unmet indeed, as Trailers play
Rage, rage against the cying of the mite.
Wild ones who yell and shout at hero's plight,
And learn, too late, they missed dialogue along the way,
Oh do keep it to yourself, All right?
Brave men, now deaf, senses dulled by conversations trite
Blind eyes turned to racous rude display,
From the flinging of the Mike and Ikes.
And now, my friends, there in the Odeon night,
Curse or praise, but behave as befits your years, I pray
Do not go meekly without a fight.
Rage, rage against the cying of the mite.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
There once was a ram
There once was a ram in a zoo
Who never had time to be blue.
While some rams were sad
And others got mad
His secret, he said, was fuck ewe
Who never had time to be blue.
While some rams were sad
And others got mad
His secret, he said, was fuck ewe
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Death is an acceptable excuse...
Death
is an acceptable excuse for an absence
Indifference
much harder to bear
Well
used as I am to perpetual distance
For
the dead, one can compose a prayer
For
the dead, one can breathe, and grieve, remain and endure
And
now breathing I do much the same
Keep
obserdevotions, prepare for the worst, unsure
And
wait, as pawns do, movements in game
Monday, August 6, 2012
When all good deeds....
When
all good deeds have been repaid
the
Hero gets a weighted blade
the
heroine lies a ruined wreck
ashes
and sack cloth now bedecked
Dragons
die with all they hoarded
Loyalty
goes unrewarded
You
never see the ones you serve
Yet
always get what you deserve
Sunday, August 5, 2012
The Vampiress
Your
honeyed eyes
belie
a deeper gaze
which
beckons nigh
yet
fades in light of day
Your
wanton smile
is
hungry for the flood
that
swallows while
it
drowns all that is good
Your
ragged breath
breathes
deep surrounding scent
exhales
death
and
wonders where life went.
Friday, August 3, 2012
That poems professing love...
That
poems professing love
often
mention gods
must
show that as above
so
below goes on.
The
lord in the lover lies
now
belief and faith are known
the
divine in the mortal is recognized
and
the way to true heaven is shown.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
The Port City
I
found her by the water
that
lady of great renown
the
salty spray like jewels
bedecked
her trailing gown
The
web of lights men bought her
she
wore more well than any crown
to
delight the eyes of fools
for
the maid is not the gown
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