Short Ozymandias Poems

A 55 gallon barrel
Full of pulverized
Oyster shells
Mixed with wood ash
And sawdust
And porklard

55 gallons of
Pulverized oyster
Shells.mixed
With basalt.

Alkalinity
Alkalinity
Mind the
Bushels bouiz
Mind the
Bushels!...

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Sometimes we grow short
The perfect height for special missions
Ideal for infiltration behind enemy lines
Or licking pussycat shaped lollies midget style
We will strike at will
And achieve our aims
War mission or five-aside buddy
We live on mars...

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Insubstantial insanity
Instantaneously realized
Absurd fantasies I’ve devised.
All deeds i do, all words I say
Gods of iron, feet of clay
All, in time, will fade away
Leaving not even an "Ozymandias" trace
To signify ever I was in this place
Every remnant time will erase;
Both of my pride and my disgrace....

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Time. 

While statues fall to dust and nothing is remembered,
we fear you not Ozymandias; it was a poet who brought 
you back into history.  Words survive the onslaught of time,
 for each generation of poets words are written differently, 
but the message is the same: Do not forget you are mortal! 
Beauty and power are ephemeral....

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Time. 

While statues fall to dust and nothing is remembered,
we fear you not Ozymandias; it was a poet who brought you back into history. 
 Words survive the onslaught of time,
 for each generation of poets words are written differently, 
but the message is the same: Do not forget you are mortal! 
Beauty and power are ephemeral....

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Buson had his comb
and Pound, his blackened bough.
But I am no poet.

I do not rage. Rage
is not for me.
Inspiration does
not peer through my ribs.

I cannot talk of Michelangelo
Or tell of Grecian Urns. No,
Ozymandias has not looked upon
My works.

What I write will not
Stand up with the greats
Sadly, I am no
Neruda, Poe, or Yeats.

I just spend my time
Reading The Rime
And failing to create....

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I would dance on your tongue for 3 days in a row. 
until you were completely wet.
 pray for submission, pray for love,
 a love that burns, in the body,
 in the soul and between the legs. 
Burn where your juices are ready to flow. 
and you in fire, do not whisper, but moan, 
as my tongue slides between your thighs. 
you pray that my arrow will hit you 
where your lust sleeps, 
and you will wake up in a trance 
to huddle close to me, 
Until sleep takes you....

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Freedom startles me
Since fear is encircled behind your beds of lies
Acclaimed  messiah plays a game with you
Compelling you to be the pawn in your competition 

Every drop of his utterances counts
As my blood bubbles 
With no pale to be submerged into
Yet, I could bath with it.

No one is your saviour
They are just a pollution 
Without no solution
And breaking limits 

They say everything happens for a reason
Perhaps reason itself is a person.
©Dr.Millz...

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stay your hand
with its obtund touch
take away your arid mouth,
your incurious eyes from me,
from my unscaled sight

you are but dull clay,
Ozymandias, barren
and I am fresh green
that strives for the light

spilling from your crumbling ashlar
jubilant, with scarlet buds
to catch the rain
and burgeon in its caress

to sway with the tumult of the wind
to kiss the voluptuous sky
to lay my feet on the lush earth
to live, to thrive
far away from your desert...

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Here is someone who is worthy of all the grace,
Let me describe his glory before his name gets erased,
The Pharaoh Ozymandias of Egypt,
Who was even worthy of Shelley's praise.

He has done a lot I feel,
Even though I cannot see his real reel,
I am sure he was praised well,
Even by the worthy poet for that- I can tell.

He might not be alive now,
Nor even the graceful poet - You know how,
But then he is made immortal,
By the poet who made others in front of him appear Mortal!...

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Of what maze is time-
That a little petal solves?
Blossoming in dim light
Against the cliché it holds

Strong when the ends are-
Seen, weak when the ends are bleak
The tradition of-
Eon a burden long borne

Scents when the mind rest
Bloom when the muscles tremble
Like a ghost it breaks-
Free from solitary cage

As the bud blossoms
Shiny in the midst of trees
Showy it attracts
Femme-fatale but love to me

Zeus among it peers
So blemish like a goddess
Like Ozymandias-
She stands beholding beauty...

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