Seven Thirty, Five Thirty and Nine
Paid a visit to Ten Past Eleven
They were tasting the precious mulled wine
Talking sweetly until it struck seven
Seven Thirty then raised from his chair
Said I’m sorry but I have to go
Answered Ten Past Eleven take care
Hope you’ll be back in time at your home
Then Five Thirty fell down fast asleep
As the clock struck eight thirty, raised Nine
Said I’m sorry, but I have to leave
Thanks a lot for the talk and the wine
Then the bell rang and came Five To One
She said sorry Ten, it is all over
Time to close, your guests are on the run
Now they must be beyond cliffs of Dover
I got Five Thirty here on the carpet
He’s your relative, take him away
Book a cab, please send off this old muppet
He’s been drinking too much the whole day
Said Ten Past Eleven, then fell into dream
Five to One left without goodbye
The mess on the table was gulfed in moon beams
For a moment, then vanished in time.
Categories:
gulfed, fantasy, fun, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Shall he get fired,
Maybe its time to see where this life leads me, His music was on, Lindsay Stirling to start it off, following some form of rap, and then METAL! Oooh wait and dumbstep:(.
Oof I am on my ass!
Oof where to go?
Hmm,
Larry was watching me shoot,
Was he confused, in love, curious?
Snooker is something I fell in love with.
You treating a former employee like dirt is cute.
However, we can go outback and discuss it?
He felt ballsy so what?
So what!
A thrill with a bit of hustle is needed, yet when under those types of moments, one should NEVER pop or pip up!
Stay down and stay firm!
"May your sight be steady and your aim be true."
Thanks brother for the games, and love.
Forever in gulfed into a peaceful tomorrow, How far can I lean into it? Or until death do me part, *grabs cue stick*
You are my lover.
Any who encounter love or hate; sometimes both ????
Needless to say when He is on that table he is only devoloping something better than himself."use the light."
Categories:
gulfed, growing up, identity,
Form: Narrative
O, alas! Aurora, by night’s dream-swept gales driven
Upon what hindrance have you visited your journey through
The sweet dew-cloakéd clouds of high, silver, austral Heaven?
Alas! Your tress is gulfed within the deep night’s pallid blue!
I see your rosy light once streaming in a ghostly vapor
Producing in thin veils out from your sage-golden rim
Like a moth around an ember-gleanéd, silk-thin taper,
But now you fled just like a frightened bird from off a limb
Of a cypress, of a cedar, of an oak most vast and free
Aurora, please come back and thrust your mellow, humble light
Against the gleaming coral caves of pearl-laden sea
And the flowery, soft bowers of the vast, starry night
© 2013 Gleb Zavlanov
Categories:
gulfed,
Form: Rhyme