Samael: "The orchard is open to omphaloses the stables are Sable's cheery O's and so cereal of woodwork, is fairy cereal so bold."
Uraeal: "I open the gates true north crashes down, the hell of highwater is where the shark surely drowned, but the westward gate is closed and so is the east and the south closes now, like heathery feasts.
The Pro: "Should be palaver again, the moon bright the brittle bread?"
Samara: "I bred in this fire, I tire of liars who are of the sort who won't kindle my fire."
Gladius: "The other festoon is under thine eyes, like he needn't cross-work on crosswords for prized possession, taken by the ghoul of Mary sent brethren."
Aurora: "If the course if taken by the northmost gate, let golden rakes fill the plates."
Helel: "Should we wait for the north gate to crumble, before he humbug the buggie and send swallows aflutter?"
(Anonymized character) "I created once before now I was become death, the pita bread moon like the harvest moon's friend."
---End of act V---
Samara: "Opening the thimbles under the waxing moon, you'll wish it was waning in clock town's too soon."
Samael: "Over the mountain and through the woods to grandmother's house we go, with hand grenades and razor blades high-ho, high-ho, high-ho."
Uraeal: "To be so uncomely by the waxing moon is retarded at best, she picks too many daisies to be wolfish at a fest."
Helel: "Helel, or so I've heard, let's make this short and sour, for the dithery young girl."
Aurora: "Time passes like Time was incarnate let's ask the others here, if folly is so comely."
Gladius: "Moving the orchard like agrarian gregorian fools?" "Who made the large ice-bath beside the stilled moon?"
The Pro: "I came I saw I thwart not, sold out shows are not my conifers."
(Anonymized character) "I still build palaces on the moon, where stairway to heaven crosses the dark side of the moon."
---End of act IV---
The Pro: "Timmies grow under the heather yes, we hear that too, the shale rocks earthen faults and spouts meters and rhythmic soornteens like ask the cold fall moon."
Samara: "Oldest wept upon bridge, the lovers crest cradles the lover's bridge, two brigades that hold together the trust of men and women at arms, like wings sent Demeter into the fog
Samael: "Came, went, it's always the same, the old lion's mane, the goat's beard is the fashionable game."
(Anonymized character) "Stellar! Like the fickle few! We shouldn't press too much wine to winny while we mew!"
Helel: "Tomorrow never dies, the like-minded sun repressed, never dies in the night twin flames of tomorrow's best."
Aurora: "Timidity be slow upon the river pale the horse-drawn carriage has foregone the bitter yales."
Uraeal: "Goosed up for the gander? Myne thyne fyne lynes are wolly and not prancer!"
Gladius: "Gooseflesh la'amore? Sinnder down the doors and let from that lovingly pour!"
---End of act I---
100 Words About You
By Gregory L.
They gave me one hundred words to tell the world of you,
I knew before I started that a hundred wouldn’t do.
I wasted three on “I love you”—too common for something this rare,
Spent ten describing your beauty, then wished I had them to spare.
I burned through twenty on your smile, still never caught its light,
Spent fifteen on the peace you bring that lets my soul sleep at night.
Twelve tried explaining why your touch can feel just like home,
Yet without you, every word felt alone.
I spent ninety-nine describing everything that makes you shine,
Then saved the final word to thank God you are—
Mine.
Devilish, like ancient seeds, the sown fields please with ease, and each September the rains grow and fall river Massachusettes is bringing the bride, to Massachusetts like surly swindled brides, one married, one dead, the mother-in-law, fettered in bed.
100.
7 Creatures of the Night
Hihi!...hihihi!
I am a witch
And I'm a creature of the night
I can make you a sandwich
Here! Take a bite!
Hur!...hur!...hur!...hur!...hur!
I am an ogre
And I'm a creature of the night
I can tear you asunder
Will you dare me a fight?
Hehe!...hehe!...he!
I am an elf
And I'm a creature of the night
Watch your step
Or I'll take away your sight!
Huhuhuhuhuh!
I am a vampire
And I'm a creature of the night
Your blood is my desire
I wanna hold you tight!
Haah…aah…aah…
I am a banshee
And I'm a creature of the night
Come on, sing with me
To the grave be frozen with fright!
Awooh…wooh…wooh!
I am a werewolf! Woof!...Woof!
And I'm a creature of the night
Look at the top of your roof!...Woof!...Woof!
I've just hopped…Now, I'm on your right!
Brains…brains…brains…brains…brains!
I am a zombie
And I'm a creature of the night
I am coming to munch thee
Now run with all your might!
-03/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*created for English 413 under Dr. Minnie P. Chan
Liken ego as a ghost that comes and goes
Mindful not to feed it with our attention
The ego is unreal, as our Self knows
Deserving not even a passing mention
Cause of delusion, blocking our ascension
S-ociety
O-f
U-nlisted
P-oets
There's not to many left
But we have been around
Got our share of those N A's
And feeling Kinda down
So we looked to one another
Then we looked down at the list
Some were disappointed
Still others were just P***ed
So I now just propose
That we make another list
for all those Veteran poets
The ones they seem to miss
Chorus
The Society Of Unlisted Poets
Is what we'll call this site
You can count on S.O.U.P.
To do what you knows right
Instrumental
Why are all the same poets
Just seem to shift around
No new top ten writers
Are never ever found
So we looked to one another
Then we looked down at the list
Some were disappointed
Still others were just P***ed
So I now just propose
That we make another list
for all those Veteran poets
The ones they seem to miss
Chorus
The Society Of Unlisted Poets
Is what we'll call this site
You can count on S.O.U.P.
To do what you knows right
I have often wondered if they blundered
or if there's any truth to the advertising
within the words written on me
a simple clothing label advising
a promise a guarantee
100% Cotton
but does it refer to the garment or myself
merely the material it is printed on
a paradox perhaps
all of which goes to show
it's a dilemma the answer to which
this enquiring mind needs to know
On your journey to one hundred, I say,
Try laughing, learning, and loving each day.
You’ll meet many travelers along the way.
Share memories with others, take time to pray.
Enjoy a sunset, eat a piece of pie.
Take in life’s beauty and quit asking why.
Take a long walk as often as you can.
Talk with a loved one, walking hand in hand.
Thank your Creator for all you’ve received,
For the comfort in times when you grieved.
Open your heart letting love flow right through.
Happy you’ll be in whatever you do.
I gave you all of me,
But you counted only what you liked.
You held my hand,
But never held my heart right.
I poured in 100% love,
You drank just enough to stay,
70% maybe
But I kept acting like that was okay.
We were photos with filters,
Smiles stitched on pain,
A play that fooled the crowd
But drained us behind the frame.
I pretended this was enough,
Like pretending could turn hollow into whole.
Like silence could save
What had already leaked through the soul.
So here’s my goodbye without rage,
Just a heart that learned too late
Love shouldn’t feel like guessing
Or shrink to fit someone else’s plate.
If you can't say something nice
It's best to say nothing at all
That's going to be me from now on
My humour is often misinterpreted
Causing an undesirable reaction
I wrongly assume everyone sees through it
And that it IS simply humour
I apologize, but this is me
It has always been me to make light of situations
That are uncomfortable to deal with
We all have our own way of getting through
Mine is to rely on humour
It works a good percentage of the time
BUT NOT 100 PERCENT OF THE TIME
She inhales the aurora,
breath laced with frozen with light speed
Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze,
her bodice bending like solar flares.
Astronaut
A quasar shudders behind her lips,
erupting across the event horizon.
Space folds—
she unspools like a nebula unraveling,
luminous in the underworld
aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance
I only got a Blue Cheese
and I need a burger bad
said he’d only take Dixie
or a Jackson at a push
now I’m beggin’ on my knees
but don’t wanna make him mad
I’m in a foodie fixie
but he said “go kiss my tush”
It was some years ago
Exactly how many, I do not know
But I would venture to guess
It was 25 years, no less
To my Lord I made a request
That he would allow this quest
There were many places to go
There were many people to meet
So many more things to write about
A myriad of questions to conceive
Multitudes of answers to receive
I humbly desired of him 100 years of
Life upon this earth before my demise
He alone knows and sees all my days
And he alone determines all my steps.
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