Quoth felon fate t' nosy nature -
savoring sapid strays punctured.
Worn winds for eerie eavesdrop tarr':
"Why oft does thou nurse salty scars?"
Nosy nature hewn smooth visage
'to a sassy smirk - crushed chins' sway.
Ergo writ she ñ plagued papyrus,
torn tallies acumen smothers.
Fate anon her equipage husked
a" h' nosy nature's lured lotion gulped.
Ergo went h' with th' eerie empress,
t' apt agora leased b' swoon's interest.
Athwart dangled tamed twain 'cross track,
'n' fate hith'to ñ nature's lackey manned.
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Note:
a) of nature and fate.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Quoth - said
ii) Tarr' (tarry) - waited
iii) Oft - often
iv) Visage - face
v) Ergo - then/consequently
vi) Writ - wrote
vii) Anon - immediately
viii) Equipage - Military dress
ix) Husked - undressed
x) Agora - a place of gathering
xi) Swoon - infatuation
xii) Athwart - from side to side
xiii) hith'to (hitherto) - till now
xiv) lackey - manservant
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) t' - to
ii) 'to - into
iii) ñ - on
iv) a" - as
v) h' - he
vi) th' - the
vii) b' - by
viii) 'n' - and
Categories:
liii, myth,
Form: Sonnet
M,
It was 3 or maybe 4
shadows attacking
from the ceiling or
from the floor
eyes too heavy to be sure
knives piercing my throat
blood stains dripping
upon cotton sheets
the sheets where I wished you
a thousand nights attacking me
I know your/you're mind/mine
and I know your/you're kind
and no better i wish to find
with all your imperfections
perfectly blending
a glass of the (un)holy
filling my cups
never ending
the dragon as it flys
the bee and her sting
the pond, the sea
the old man, the free
I stare and I stare
no others compare
nor compose
my demons arrest
my angel, my best
this blood thirsty soul
bitten, devoured and drained
now whole
Categories:
liii, love,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
I feared a thing
untold (unseen)
that thing I feared,
and my mind, a thing too!
Split by half in such unknown.
I strove to know: unraveled
marbles too, which spilled
upon the floor! Perfect glass
balls-rolled from higher
ground to low!
And reality's curtain
fell; my needle tired
to stitch the past
when love was good
But life ran beyond the needle
and stitched time
within my soul
:: 05-15-2014 ::
Categories:
liii, poetry,
Form: Free verse