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sextile plants reduce raw items in relative productive haste

Bird mouth on the brain sells 
plump unstately bucked up 

matters of actual o-
bligatory occurrences at 
Owl's Creaky Bridge where
forageable items can 

spawn like people squeezing 
elf-aware and clammy chowdered 

clown adults from 
rubes off courting blots of 
nightingale PM firenze
crushed and all mixed up be-

between a frequent
moving stream of

freebies wheeling in a 
west virginian's mother mar-
ried pupward to a
shapeless clumping mob or timely 

hunk stoned sober old and sentient fac-
tory molding

silver fish resigned to meet-
ing parties all aligned and 
drawn from quarters pound-
ed into minds repeated over 

bendless queasy headed eggs a-
top the Falling Garden Wall.

Premium Member Blake the Baker

There was a baker named Blake
he needed to bake a cake
within an hour
he had no flour
he knew he'd made a mistake!

Vision in Peckham Rye

A child of ten years 
Near Albion's River Peck 
Gazed up from the earth 
And witnessed a hazel tree 
Adorned with sparkling angels


(William Blake's mystical childhood vision while in Peckham Rye)


Blake Lively

Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt 
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt

Aphrodite sours the lengths rend

Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls

Premium Member Daphne Blake

Daphne Blake was getting ready for a party
Wearing her new dress, she wished to look smarty.
Exposing her buttocks, she appeared so tarty
She revelled, not knowing she would soon fall into a trap dirty

Premium Member Creature of Doom

What creature is this that cometh near
His luggage filled to the brim with fear
Crushing our lives, crushing our beliefs
O whence for me shall bring only griefs
What of the men whom now weep?
What of the woman buried alive in their sleep?
What of the children who once stood brave?
Their minds controlled their souls enslaved

The baneful trumpets sound one by one
Can you hear them or are you numb?
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Come undone?
Or shall you overcome?
Overcome, overcome

Filled to the gunwale are the guns
The creature of the swamp now runs
He runs all things and everyone
The children now walk the plank
All hope sank, hopes sank

The baneful trumpets sound one by one
Can you hear them or are you numb?
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Come undone?
Shall you overcome?
Overcome, overcome

Will you fear the creature of doom?
Will you come undone?
Shall you overcome?
Overcome, shall overcome


Premium Member Critterature: Critiquing William Blake

"Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night…"
Archaic spelling set aside,
And not intending to be snide,
But really, Mr. Blake, I take exception.
While a tiger's luminosity
May pique your curiosity,
What the beastie's wattage is, you've no conception.
But who am I to judge you?
And so I'll not begrudge you
This "poesy" that was your lifelong passion.
But could it be that you were smokin'
A little "weed" the night you spoke in
That weird and kinda highfalutin' fashion?
Oh, we'll debate it, if you want to,
But it will come back to haunt you,
And the tiger, in the end, will defeat ya.
'cause metaphysical or not,
If a tiger's light is hot,
That's a sign he's getting ready, pal,
To eat ya!

Premium Member CLERIHEW blake

William Blake artist/poet recitative
makes 'the tiger' be believed
In an' aabb' quatrain is shown
reading it aloud is well known

Premium Member EXPRESSIONISTAS munch blake et al

looking down
 visionary
    of  earthly
                   life

mysterious
in every detail


a lonely genius
mused
    by fierce
          inspirations
                tearing
imaginations asunder

visions

        abstracted

delicate

of a willing mind

art

      so sublime

prolific
  persistent
intense  obtuse
picturing
    nature's scream
trembling anxiety
  expressed of a  dream
an hallucinatory
 single inflection
  to give some meaning
 to life

Letters To Dead Poets; Chapter 1: To William Blake

In that endless night
we heed; cold and bitterness
unto the morning light
Sightless vision binds our eyes
madness disembarks into our lives
A cold dark prison earned
is the bittersweet sentence served
A life stolen and a life lived in hush
tis golden silence upon that burning bush

Trembling utterances on the grave
it's the human heart that we poets save
In this final night and in that coming day
let all that you dream become what may
for once the fires lit, the dream is here to stay.

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In response to:

"Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night"

From Auguries of Innocence, by William Blake

Premium Member Fiendish Hub Anita Blake Series Tribute

I've heard of the Circus Of The Damned;
By all accounts the rumors are true;
The graffiti makes it seem so grande;

Filled with copper and turquoise blue 
billboards have you longing to attend;
In the French Quarter stories continue;

St. Louis boasts a fantasy alive and well;
Vampires perform in this fiendish hub,
gothic striptease mixed with a carnival;

More intense energy than any club,
blood will surely soak your ticket stub.

Premium Member Emagi Blake London

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Premium Member Emagi Blake Wildflower Song

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Premium Member Emagi Blake Cradle Song

WILLIAM BLAKE.  'Cradle Song'


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Premium Member William Blake

The fighter who was with
a brilliant golden bow
the desired arrow
the fire tank!

He uttered a lamb's peaceable sigh
and the sheep's mellow reaction
to a lamb was always credited to its maker
unstoppable internal conflict
never let the sword sleep
design and build Jerusalem.

In the verdant English countryside
wandered around from one field to another,
enjoying the season's bounty to the fullest
Gliding through the rays of the sun.

In search of sympathy, insight, and peace
his gaze was drawn to a love orchard
numerous fragrant flowers burst forth
he was called Joy
unleash instinct and destroy reason
his art is defined by decked nakedness.

William Blake [1757-1827] was one of the most influential poets and artists of his day.  

Written: January 12, 2022

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