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Exegi monumentum aere perennius
Were that to be true,I would clearly be a genius
Like Quintus H. Flaccus who presented us with that trope
Inviting every poet to share that selfsame hope
Of clothing our visions in immortal verse
Which is what our poetry seeks to rehearse.
With words aplenty we endeavour to imitate
What Raphael in his bright art did delineate
When he transformed his beloved Fornarina
Into that sacred symbol Caeli Regina.
But how pale is our verbal imitation
Beside such delicate delineation.
Bacon with his spare aphoristic style
Readers of every age does beguile.
Keen and sharp his words pierce rapierwise
To etch his meanings tartly through our eyes.
His work will eternally live on
For us he remains a paragon.
Wildean wit is our next port of call
As with earnestness he does us enthrall
And with his epigrams makes us all smile
As he toys with words forever and awhile
His aesthetic makes language both sing and dance
Will we ever behold his like again perchance?
If only I could marry Raphaelesque immaculate conception
With the acute penetration of Baconian perception
To the gossamer lightness of Oscar's touch
Then would my poetry be improved much.
So it would be that every generation
Would consider my efforts truly Horatian.
O, Lake of the Mystical land
Budding with life small and grand
Provider of man and provider of land
Giver of sanctuary of birds all around
Harbour of beauty and pleasant sound
Many a lovers attracted to you
Transcend into heavenly plane trying to meet you
Your idyllic demeanor attract me to you
Is today the day I transcend into heavenly plane?
Will I be the one with nature through you?
It's not just the good news you deliver
Oh my you are so clever
You've been here forever and ever
Rejecting lovers is your old trope
Even if the lovers reach you with never-ending iver
Is it you or the afterlife they strive?
Your never-ending beauty creates strife
No, it is you they prize
Because other lovers go other ways
But all of them go in afterlife
Around the Hills of Malvern now..Desecration takes place.'
Let me inform all how.' Where Elgars body has rested long
And Tolkien and Lewis did ramble in song.' all of these
Three historical giants, drew breath and inspiration none
Can deny it, seeds of thought in Lewis's mind grew into
Enchanted forests even braille did find it. And shared to
The world by many houses, published gems given to milions of children my imagination it rouses.' Gondor of
Middle earth from these hills Tolkien drew' its white walls
And turrets and hidden gardens shone through.' And Elgar twined the
Sough of its breeze.' The lambence of light in tones to
Please.' To refresh the spirits to inform the ears.' That grace
And beauty are to be played despite dread or fear.' In the face of
Hitler they were rehersed.' Indomitable riposte to wagners
Stuka played curse.' And now the enemy in different form
Under the cloak of green climate' snorts and paws cash
From rate payers is being put to miss-use..Same old trope
Of miss-infomation is now in use a commitie starved down
From twenty eight to six.!! Consolidating power the usual
Tricks.' Now two hundred new houses have been allowed
Concrete scars will be in situ where once fields were plowed.' Sacrilige plain in your face, ok'd by cronies yet
There is video trace.' I raise my eyes to Malverns hills I
Raise my pen, would it had quill.' I would despatch it to pierce the evil soul, of this cold committe let it be told.'
May litratures warriors get to the fire.' Email Malvern council the 'need is sore' let them know of the poets ire the
Revenge merits to be meted.' Justice must be requited.'
life on Planet Earth
constant change to death from birth
defining the worth
a one time event
an existence much like rent
was such time well spent?
who and what are we
no trivial pursuit be
despite pedigrees
following all rules
of cultures, creeds, states and schools
leaves us useful tools
decrees which confound
class contradictions abound
vague questions resound
deftly inserting
words bent upon subverting
soon turn diverting
safety long has been
in knowing what lies within
defining of sin
anger can erupt
when greed fuels the corrupt
regret won't disrupt
while shrinking life’s scope
truth soon became power’s trope
belief defeats hope
change has run its course
when disconnected from source
of life giving force
existence is free
lies within state of what be
forms reality
Perfection was never meant for her to own
It was a desire she couldn't leave alone
Not for ignorance, but for the idea of hope
It was her favourite kind of trope
It was a life that made her want to elope
That fantasy was her only way to cope
She wasn't a naive dreamer, that was a life she couldn't afford
She was realistic, she knew there was no reward
That for her reality could not be ignored
She learned that lesson from young
She needed an escape, a distraction
One that didn't involve a mirror and her reflection
One where life entrusted her with acceptance
One where she could hide from her blackness
I wish she knew it was never her fault, just the world's reaction
Maybe then her biggest enemy wouldn't have been her complexion
Her differences were minor, but the world made them bigger
Her skin, to them, a trigger
To shoot the word ''
A word that became a killer
She silenced herself to survive -
A world that wouldn't care if she died
A world that would laugh if she cried
A world that became a coward to her attempted suicide
Does the girl get a happy ending
Do they exist for girls like her
Will she ever find happiness
Or is that just a fantasy
She wishes she knew
She wishes she'd have a clue
The truth
Is for her everytime good happens, life steals it away
Everytime bad happens life let's it stay
She wonders if it is a sign
That maybe it's her time
She's realistic enough
To know the lies of happily ever after
But deep, deep down
She wishes life, for her, would be different
She is not healed
She is not broken
But she is both wound and scar
And that makes her human
Obdurate goat tangles rough knotted rope
Stuck beside shadowy friend, Silky Oak
Hedonistic prisoner capricorn, cheap trope
Ethics remain riddle, morals mere joke
Towered timber utters truth in its creak
Canopy clapping hands crush recollection
Billion fingered Silky Oak, silver limbs oblique
Obscure overlooked sins, a whispered detection
Keeps capricorn unkempt, tethered to trunk
Smooth curled horns apply keratin to bark
Scaffold of decency rubbed back, defunct
Gloss of molestation, shamed oblivion hark
Hefty hormonal avenger of societial conform
Ediface eroded by wiles of willful exhibition
Tortoiseshell taupe noxious horned capricorn
Weapon wield deposit encircles oak, dark depiction
Mirror denies texture, mirthful obstreperous ignores
Shine diminishes structure, erect neck narrow
Malnourished foliage, goat's gritty diet implore
Capricorn's carnal gyrations abate, restore marrow
Fractured cracked tenacity, tree's foreboding scream
Matchstick snap collages goatman gonzo in debris
Collapsed capricorn of devilish demeanour obscene
Scruple niggard gruesome morbid marauder buried
22nd August 2021
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They were in for the suprise of their lives!
They were just aweful people one said. Not caring for those
who wished them well and supported their wellbeing.
They bougtht $#@%$$$ $$$$^^^ product #^^^
off of the dark web. It was a kit. When they put it together
they looked in awe an just left it their. Never telling anyone
of it or it's were abouts. 20 years later two freinds camping came across
the device: and thats when the story begans. Megalithic the new words
that started the whole thing. Upon reading the Blurtez Agreement:
and the Treaty of Montellvello Act of 2033, they figured out
what the device was all about."What great for me, redefines your logic"
one said as his maddness state of mind began to develop.
The phrase means that prioritizing your own personal fulfillment,
happiness, or subjective experience is so powerful that it
dismantles traditional, rigid ways of thinking. It suggests
that personal well-being trumps objective rules—if an
approach works for you, its success overrides standard reasoning
THE GOD MAN
What lone heart beats with cunning skill,
stokes other men of hope.
Contentious now to seize with ease
From god, to cliche trope.
A man of men conquest again,
and noted through that door.
As if the others ever could,
they would forever more.
Tis the oppositions drum beat
to set the god man's pike.
As though the others might abide,
a trite preemptive strike.
Yet on the other side of coins
resistance pale and weak.
Envious lace bereft of grace
to turn the softer cheek.
Narry a tempt to wrong the right.
Embraced hypocricy
Selfish nature takes without
accountability.
Where light and darkness interlay,
Resides a tale of mortal kind,
A journey of heart and restless mind.
Behold, 'tis the tale of "The Between Man,"
Who walks the line, where others can't span,
Neither saintly soul, nor villainous wight,
He treads the twilight, betwixt day and night.
With eyes that gleam, like twilight's haze,
He wanders through life's mystic maze,
His steps uncertain, yet ever sure,
In search of truths obscure and pure.
Between the cracks of the world he roams,
Through echoes of forgotten homes,
He dances on the edge of dreams,
Where reality and fantasy gleams.
In twilight's realm, he seeks to find,
The boundaries of the human mind,
For in the spaces between the known,
The seeds of wisdom are gently sown.
He gazes at the stars' grand design,
Ponders the mysteries, divine and fine,
Asks questions that breach the mortal scope,
In hope to grasp the universe's trope.
He listens to the whispering wind,
Whose secrets to his soul rescind,
Songs of ages long gone by,
And futures yet to paint the sky.
The Between Man bears the weight of worlds,
In realms where cosmic chaos unfurls,
Neither bound by the mundane's claim,
Nor blinded by ambition's fiery flame.
He lives within the spaces between,
Where wonder and doubt convene,
And there, amidst the unknown's embrace,
He finds his purpose, his sacred place.
For in the twilight's ethereal glow,
The Between Man learns to ebb and flow,
He embraces the paradox of his birth,
And finds his worth on this wondrous earth.
So let us raise a toast to him,
The seeker of truths both bright and dim,
For in the realm where shadows play,
The Between Man lights the way.
I died, my body now a lifeless shell,
My soul departed, left this world behind.
The end had come, a tolling of death's bell,
The mortal coil unwound, no more to bind.
Yet still my legacy lives on, a trace
Of memories and love that I did share.
A life well-lived, a mark upon this place,
A testament to all who still do care.
And though I'm gone, I leave behind a hope,
That those I loved will carry on my light.
For death's embrace is but a passing trope,
A gateway to a world beyond our sight.
So let me rest in peace, but do not grieve,
For in your hearts, my spirit will still live.
Date: 2023-04-15