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A Few Of My Poems


Hibernation Slumbers - For a Drowsy PC Dreaming of Shakespeare!
Wheither tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows
of outragious misfortune, or
to sleep,
perhaps to dream...
I, that's the rub...
For in that sleep what grizzelled shlups
have entered in, to thy kingdom, nie...
while'st thine eyes were twittering
in the dim twilight of shimmering slumbers?

I have no obseqious answers to this
Rhymied favor of a bloodless after-thought...
only riddles of more stewed natures
may answer such naught with naught!

Do not test me with the flick,
on the edge of Vulkan's hammer:
Patience is not an answer!
for I have neither substance,
nor hope of things not dread!

Summer me for a while then, brother!
Or, if thou would'st not, test me intent
with thine sister's, and see how far
that horizon extends
past the drowsy Hyacynthic dreams of Ophilia's Pillow,
soaking in the froggy moat!

For I have less need of hindered souls,
that lie betwixt the bones of brothers...
Take Heed, lest ye yourself be troubled
by these dreams of futures,
where neither man or God is judged by actions,
only by the words written,
by perhaps a dozen drunken monks,
who still know not the imortality
that golden dreary rainbows
only may yet know!

But care I not much, for these
that mark their subtlety with a fainted blow,
twiddling twixt a maid and her maidly undertow.

For in the inversion of a sea-worthy ship
that blond, fair haired comely maidens pull,
there is a time beyond all time,
where even Krackens may slide, for
it is in a place were only fingers
subtle and soft, fit only to a redish silken bow,
may pluck the strings of tassled mearyweather's glow.
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What's that? Hark! Speak plainly, you say. Well,
there be ye 'nother trick which only plain speakers play,
having said nothing, while
for all the world they have explained it all.

I have not the vainglorious heart-strings
where by I, a transgressor of the sins of omission,
may decide my final resting place
with a twist of the wrenches sooth-saying tongue!
No!

For I must be found, if only in a doubled doubler's dream,
Fiddling, fondly, for hours - upon my sultry hourglass,
twinking golden twilights of her pleasure palace,
all slipped akibo to the winkleing floor,
where bowers bend not for the right to midnight trists,
but may demand a kiss, and more!

So, some centuries bound in centuries must be sliped,
past echoie chambers of the single kiss,
before my hope finds daylight!

But what sort of meaning
may it take to ponder gleamings out of muted darkness?
my wrinkled brow! - Not a jester or a knave might not see it,
for tis simply this:

that hearts and hearts content is such that fools
and foolish brights alike might see delight
in the smile of their lovers shining lips
whilst taking pleasure of the night.
 
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She Flies With The Bird
 
She flies with the bird
at the edge of a hicup
and takes delight with the pleasures of pain,
but she cries at the fall of a sparrow
and condemns the sermons of flames.

She's a bird
she's an angel,
a visionary who's dreams are sustained
by the least light of a swoon...

She's a seaker
a traveler,
a conundrum who's powers of gloom
will awaken a blueish full moon...

If I had the power to wake her
I could die on the edge of her smile,
and take flight on my sermons of Aurora,
where the dove is laid down like a failure
by the seas of lillies-Ophelia.

She's a bird
she's an angel,
a visionary who's dreams are sustained
by the least light of a swoon...

She's a seaker
a traveler,
a conundrum who's powers of gloom
will awaken a blueish full moon...

I'd build castles of steel to protect her
if only I'd known her domain,
as it is I seek rosy liped maidens
on the hearts of those she for-dooms.

What of this, my heart's lost to an angel
and her wings beat me to rapture
on the wedding bed of her song,
and I've nothing more to show for it
than limpets floating like sea urchins
on the glade of her glorious baloons.

She's a bird
she's an angel,
a visionary who's dreams are sustained
by the least light of a swoon...

She's a seaker
a traveler,
a conundrum who's powers of gloom
will awaken a blueish full moon...



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