Long Corse Poems

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Blessed are those who Hunger

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness 
Day in day out
My dry mouth awaits 
A drop of nourishment 
An awakening of the soul 
A satisfaction that fills
The emptiness of the stomach 
And day in day out 
I develop a truth deficiency 

And there one night, I found a source of truth
And the nourishment flows
Vitamins into my body 
And the blood never runs dry 
And wonders never cease 
And life, and truth, and righteousness 
Corse through my veins 
And love fills the pit in my stomach
Jesus sits where the emptiness used to be 
I am whole, and free, and nourished 
Day in day out
I come home 
And am blanketed in love 
I have found what I longed for
What I have sought and not labored for


Premium Member In The Shadow Of The Sunlight

Often, dark and grey; sometimes dark-grey; then, as black as coal
In the shadow of the sunlight, gloom seems to be the soul.
As shades of Banyan trunks fall on yellow-green carpet grass
A broken self, knocks at the collapsed castle's doorpan glass.

My inner self, which gets mingled with the shades of rainbows
It grows fast until it resembles gold-red volcanoes.
After a cold blooded murder, is black blood poured like dregs?
The head is mixed with hands. Corse amalgamate with the legs

Self, like a dwarf, walks, runs, sings, and dances behind broad busts.
Sand streams, like whirlpools, seem to flow all through dissension's crusts.
Scenes change. Colours, like strip lights, fail to expose the faces.
Each creature is condemned to involve in cutthroat races.
Form: Rhyme

The Old Bailey

Your honor if I may
On behalf of my client I say
Who was in fact wearing the cheese
The cheese was not, if u please 
The evidence is as follows
Five marbles, a peg for clothes
Two odd socks, rubber nose
And the cheese of corse
If I may address the court 
And manipulate your thoughts
Imagine my client juggling the balls
While fitting on the rubber nose
Useing what is now known
As a peg for clothes
Two odd socks with no spare
Could easily become a pair
But the issue we have here 
Cheese, my lord and peers
As you can clearly see
By the size of the actual cheese
My client was infact never
Treated to feel lesser
As to think it a possibility 
To drape my client over the cheese 
It is as clear as the evidence 
The cheese was worn by my client
Form: Rhyme

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