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Premium Member In Land of Cockaigne

In the Land of Cockaigne,
No one worked, how insane
There was nothing to do
Everything was there for you.

It was a mythical land.
All you desired was at hand.
Luxury galore
Everything the rich adore

The best of everything was the rule.
In this land of indulgent fools
Avariciousness became a need.
A seed that grew so big and strong
Land Of Cockaigne has long since gone.

What are the benefits of this land,
Where all one desired is at hand.
No benefits that I can see
This land is not for me.

Why would anyone choose to live
In a land of all take no give.
There would be no competition.
Just repetition

No strain, no use of brain
No need to think, no desire
To aspire, no drive, why survive?
I would die, in this land of Cockaigne.
I need water, not champagne.




30/11/20

In Land of Cockaigne

Edward Ibeh

Feuillemort

Feuillemort

For you're the one who makes me spring and grow 
In a beautiful vernal equinox 
When winter came, said thee "I have to go" 
In almost nirvana, thee became flux 
 
As seasons changed, I waited in pure vain 
Retrouvaille someday, in cockaigne of ours 
Overmorrow, season of growth again 
O God, asking to reconnect lost stars 
 
Growth and beauty have passed in a half week 
I'm now a shade darker, color no more 
Yes, the days have made me totally meek 
Bring me back to the days with her afore 
 
Regain, rebirth, relive me for I cry 
Ne'er feuillemort, but when green was I.




COMPOSED OF: 3 QUATRAINS AND A RHYMING COUPLET 
FORM: SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET (also known as ELIZABETHAN SONNET)
NUMBER OF LINES: 14
SYLLABLES COUNT: 10
PATTERN: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

Premium Member Sesquipedalian

It is unbeliveable how many pericopes
people do not know.
In your mind there is a reservoir  of knowlege untapped.
Its not like this stuff is mystical or anything!!
When you reach the quadrivial of what you know.
You may find that its not worth
much more than a ligure.
When finding your weltanschauung
You may be fastidious at times,
But in your cockaigne
jubulince will reign supreme.
All anyone ever needs is self-identification.
Or a dictionary.


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