Pour your heart out, let it flow.
Like a river's torrent, let it go.
On your bare arms let it glow.
Let its rhythmic pulse show,
that you really, truly, deeply can bestow
pure, stark, emboldened emotions all aglow.
With heart exposed, a sleeve gateau.
That’s’ what they do in Theo’s lodge:
All sorts of wrong papers forge;
There every nosing cop dodge,
Who’d rogues from hideouts disgorge…
In Theo’s lodge would hoodlums surge,
Sweet crime at all times their urge;
There, new forms of it emerge;
When ‘This Sin and 'That' they merge…
So, from Theo’s lodge start Crime Purge:
From the Brown Brick ‘Hoodlums’ scourge
A crushing band’s rudest nudge
And just watch all of them budge,
Who Nation’s currency mar,
Factory face change of a car…
With all sorts of wrongs go far!
Stars disgorge energy in waves by fissile pulsations
Equally in all directions, but do not call it darkness
Where those come not our way. Darkness is
A matter of perspective.
A rainbow of photons ignites our neural lanterns;
Globes in 3D to navigate the pitch, the default state.
You and I stand in the same primordial darkness
As “In the beginning….” The light is within, and only.
However, the physics of light does not illuminate
The Way, The Truth and The Eternal Light, for it is not
Of the making of stars, but of the One who made
The stars.
Souls, carrying light as once the living carried,
Follow an ancient Course shrouded in a mist of tears,
To be reborn into the Light as it was before the Fall,
Like one emerging from a cave through a waterfall.
Copyright 2022, Paul Thomson
Stars disgorge energy in waves by fissile pulsations
Equally in all directions, but do not call it darkness
Where those come not our way. Darkness is
A matter of perspective.
A rainbow of photons ignites our neural lanterns;
3D portals to navigate the pitch, the default state.
You and I stand in the same primordial darkness
As “In the beginning.” The light is within, only.
Spirit boats, carrying light as once the living carried,
Follow a course shrouded in a mist of tears
To be reborn into the light as it was before the Fall,
Like one emerging from a cave through a waterfall.
The Devil went up to Georgia
In search of Lucrezia Borgia
His thoughts were obscene
But she was plain mean,
"Georgia just wants to disgorge yuh!"
I shall go hence
back whence I sprung
to shed, disgorge, eviscerate
all that I have ever known
all that I have ever learned
all that I am
all that is me, I be.
A full hard refresh
to be what I could be
untainted, smirched
unbiased, neutered.
Hence to whence
and thence I be,
freely
impotent.
Wildlife 27
A newly hatched female osprey
Had a feeling she just might be gay,
Then her mother said "George!"
As she tried to disgorge,
A salmon she'd caught yesterday.
*Reserata Carcerem LXI*
Yore lived a sage b' bounty brook pining;
dainty daffodils, his keen kins.
Oft would tumbling tide whisper 'ts tune
'n' sewn sage bewitched, ajar would croon.
ñ longer was h' humane - beards' blitzkrieg.
Crushed cowl tantamount t' gaunt grime's spree.
Rustic ravens 'nly pricked his gay,
'n' t' nocturnal nature was he slave.
ñ a nosy noon perchanced a deed -
that which wanky winds' wings oft gleam;
A pious nymph tottered t' his eyry;
banished was sh' b' quaking queen 'neath th' rill.
Ergo, sage's life plied new nook;
h' b' love travelled with nymph - jilted brook.
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Note:
a) Of sewn sage.
b) Written apace Middle English lexis:
i) Yore - long ago
ii) oft - often
iii) ajar - out of harmony
iv) cowl - Monk's hood
v) Perchanced - happened
vi) Eyry - abode
vii) gleam (obsolete) - to disgorge filth.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) 'n' - and
iii) ñ - no
iv) t' - to
v) 'nly - only
vi) 'neath - beneath
vii) th' - the
viii) h' - he
When, in the fever of God's divine breath,
I, like some madman, disgorge and out-pour
from myself art—even unto my death:
for to whom much is given so much more
is required by the Almighty. So I,
once humbled by His supernat'ral hand,
am thankful to live now—never to die;
and with my quill I honor His command
and will for me with the fervent desire
to show every man, woman, child and beast
of the earth how God's great love can inspire
in each of us an everlasting feast
of hope and joy; and “the peace that passeth
all understanding” through Christ of Naz'reth!
Lamp
is Bell,
that beams out light,
instead of ring sound gongs.
Inverted cup resonators
disgorge light and sound when struck and switched on.
Lamp and bell call to attention:
Hear me!
See!
What is Fat Tuesday?
To disgorge your wicked ways,
be impish and play.
Tees and Cees
Loopholes online firms exploit
In very small print on transaction documents a normal eye seldom spies and sees
Until legal implications take him for a maladroit
Too gullible to bother
Too illiterate to placate
Too fallible
And too inveterate
To take seriously
To address with respect
To injure deleteriously
To treat with disrespect
With the impunity sanctioned by outdated legislation
Written for brick and mortar dinosaurs
Which enables their spineless extrapolation
To rub salt on sores
Customers sustain
When click and trick businesses
Retain and maintain in a vain
Effort to benefit from the folly their monopoly disgorge and disburse as egregious legal excesses.
Brexit Sonnet No.2
‘Precious Time’
One Billion earned takes patience, faith and years.
To calculate it out on goodly pay,
It’s twenty thousand years of sweat and tears,
Twenty thousand years with little say.
Yet glibly do we quote this awesome sum;
To use an average wage it’s even more.
Thirty seven thousand years ‘till done.
Beware this sum; it’s more for rich than poor.
One hundred millennia for Brexit’s wayward turn;
So grab that trunk, shake that moneyed tree,
To gullibly pay again for what we burn.
So please don’t spend or trade this time for me.
Disgorge your Pounds and Euros by all means,
But waste not my precious time on useless dreams.
©Keith Murphy
Author: Runping Chen
Gazing at the yellowish walls around
I kept myself at the corner of the room.
Although I intended to disgorge
All the skein of ashy sorrow in my mind,
Within the restrain of predicament
I heard nobody’s voice outside
Hardly can I find the track of light
And neither can I knock at the door of my heart.
Outside the window, door, and house,
Everywhere the glinting brilliance is.
The morning sun is baptized by the morning glow
While in the haze the gloomy mood is moving to and fro.
Despair, ‘tis my despair
that takes me to my garden sanctuary
where I disgorge my demons
that I fight emotionally.
Where colours more than black and white
produce a rainbow for my heart,
and melodies that fill the air
can mend what's torn apart…
I see them and they see me;
Do they know how they control?
Wild birds
sing the venom from my soul.
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