Long Scop Poems
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whilst thuh scop
cloak'd royal-blue
en
gazing 'cross thuh prairie
'vision'n embrasure
uh'citadel'z
grandiose overtook'em
delusionz
uv thuh trap'd damzel
an emerald crown
bottling an auburn tress'd
pink princess
leap'n from thuh castle'z citadel
thus
tramp he did 'to hern az
bastion
az down hern
az feather
thuh
float'did
into grateful
hiz
torso'z limbz
hern flood'en
auburn
thuh bard'z think
vim
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted lots
amongst the spit and gradually heated pots
crows, counted among the cost,
counting zeros,
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
Line by line
into perdition we go deeper into the plot of plots
Into
Penitance, no
Penance, yes
Lusts succulent-grows
In laboratory tests
We
Like Moths to a drain
Of
Energy unsleeved
Perceived
Of misconceived pipings; insane; synergy;
creams never veined
Of suave salves, dealings of those
that have only vain, not the have nots but
half wicked flames
Unwritten names
half hooved of Baphomet and the
Long-Toothed of his stage and scream
The storm born, we shall ride
that dark ride
In the precipitation of filth,
catching mud in our eye
Rebirthed, stalled, aborted by skanky sway,
of breastly milk
of I am soaked wet in a dream
Of the Worlds reasonings why Apathy and Pride
are foolish runway brides
of souls Holiday-Window faux scene;
dressing-undressing after the honeymoon
of ignorance, arrogance blessing
Design upon design our Statement of Mission creep O Ord
Ordinance
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted sheeps,
crows, counted among the cost,
counting Warlords, drones left with money packed.
helicopters and jeeps
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
To self, a barrier in microscopic scop
A true Virus inbred by DNA STD of
a sinful nature and closed mind
To all but skeaze
Are we rebirthed anew, awry
Eating our own tale of condensation carriers,
pack mules
on the trail of compensation trys
Death Terriers of the ratio of phi
.
again
there be
two uv yuh
and y'all know
it be thuh awesome
muse for this scop
yesss
i love thuh way
y'all do that
up end
down
i hope it doesn't
hurt tuh do
that
do y'all move
washerz and dryerz
az well
')
whut
.
i wanna write
'bout be'n
thuh police officer
the preacher
pilot
prune pitter
well
maybe not
thuh prune pitter
but this scop iz
neither
but
i'm thuh poet
thuh photographer
and thuh
paramour
thus
write i must
'bout thuh femininez
and ourn
ambiguous
arcane
abstruse
bliss
Spine-tingling,
down the chute,
gothic gutter trickle,
black and blue fusion,
stark signature tune,
wee faint hour phantasm,
mischievous melange,
surreptitious in its,
dimmed twinkle curfew,
for post meridian,
exodus egress,
minstrel me chorister,
shadow cape figurine,
humming nose sniffle,
spooky pale moon jingle,
on dank drizzled docklands,
looping street lamp,
whose eerie surveillance,
of claustrophobic canopy,
an intriguing ice pole static,
footsteps ricochet,
in bone chill metre,
following a stoic self,
upon intricate,
tangled torrent of,
rudderless echos,
sonic psyche figment,
in numinous nook,
star splatter sequence,
chasing motley mirror,
bilocation bold essence,
mutating fickle fragment,
stygian bard I,
smeared pocket-sized,
snapshots of,
my persimmon pursuits,
on grubby granite graffiti wall,
underneath ostracised,
a wringing wet shawled,
vagrant whose rusty tin,
I load with benign bolster coin,
golden hearts synergize,
in evanescent ebony,
furtive flying bat
squeak and scop,
placid pools
Wulf and Eadwacer
ancient Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 960 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
My clan's curs pursue him like crippled game;
they'll rip him apart if he approaches their pack.
It is otherwise with us.
Wulf's on one island; we're on another.
His island's a fortress, fastened by fens.
Here, bloodthirsty curs howl for carnage.
They'll rip him apart if he approaches their pack.
It is otherwise with us.
My heart pursued Wulf like a panting hound,
but whenever it rained—how I wept!—
the boldest cur grasped me in its paws:
good feelings for him, but for me loathsome!
Wulf, O, my Wulf, my ache for you
has made me sick; your seldom-comings
have left me famished, deprived of real meat.
Have you heard, Eadwacer? Watchdog!
A wolf has borne our wretched whelp to the woods!
One can easily sever what never was one:
our song together.
Keywords/Tags: Anglo-Saxon, Old English, England, translation, scop, female, women, rape, raping, sex, sexual abuse, incest, lament, complaint, tribalism, tribe, clan, pack, chauvinism, war, wolf, wolves, dog, dogs, hound, hounds, cur, curs, whelp, baby, offspring, island, animal, longing, lust, passion, violence
.
one could hear thuh
thump uv hiz
feet
there
thuh scop said it
"feet"
anywho
'twere 'cauze
he hear'd hiz heart
sing'n in thuh
distance