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Marchioness Of Mock Turtles Poem
I knew it was risky
to say what I thought
but the heart is so tricky
and I just couldn't stop
my lips from saying the words
that my mind was dying to say
the words fluttered out like birds
that I love you more each day.
People say love is strong
and shouldn't be said as a joke
well forgive me if I'm wrong
for the honest words I spoke.
I know it was really selfish
to assume that you felt the same
I gave into my impulses
and put myself to shame.
But please don't feel that because I
said the forbidden phrase
anything will change in our lives
as we meet every day
I know you don't feel the same way
and I accept that it's not going to change
but i wonder if it is okay
if we stay friends all the same
I think that I can pretend
that you never broke my heart
as long as you keep up your end
and play the friendly part.
I'll take all the tears that I cried
and hide them away from you
and then maybe you and I
can be friends, just like we used to.
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2007
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Taste the toxin in your skin
I'll become a slave to whim
Follow you where weary you tread
Won't give up until I'm dead
Waste away to whispers clutch
Emaciated of your touch
Hold me tight and fill this need
In your absence my heart does bleed
Fingertips are fix enough
I don't need your heartfelt love
Hand in mine your opium feeds
Only you can fill my needs
If I knew how to return
To that moment of the turn
When I ended normal life
And fell upon your broken knife
I'll gladly lose so very much
Waiting for your toxic touch
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2010
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Chivalrist of pure intent
Honoured by the ears that lent
A tale recounted to content
Resplendant wonders brought to ear
Laments that draw an unseen tear
Evasion of the heart's deep fear
Soft young mind and placid eyes
Lucid to the tale's disguise
Unseeing the truth behind the lies
There upon the golden water
Wimsically listening to the lauder
Inclines the middle Liddell daughter
Days have come and years have passed
Golden evenings couldn't last
Erosionary time has swept too fast
Dreary dawns and bitter nights
Overcame the muse's might
Dead and gone, that fragile light
Greiving when his heart was tore
Secreted to land of lore
On through Wonderland he'll soar
Now to dream forevermore
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2011
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A birthday present to my Gramps, Hugh McCorkidale Young.
Heaven has a place for you
Unswaying was your faith in such
Goodness always will shine through
Holding on to that has been my crutch
Many others knew you well
Cokey, heard of through the town
Countless tales they had to tell
Of all the men, you held the crown
Real though it is, it's hard to believe
Know as I do the ways of the world
In the fact that you could ever leave
Darkening my mind till my thoughts unfurled
Aloud, I cannot bring to bear
Lonely I must hold my heart
Even by myself I fear
Your absence will tear me apart
Onwards though the world must move
Unendingly your memory will stay
No-one has forgotten you
Gone though you are, you'll never fade.
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2011
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Life is easy to a lover of books
reality slips away
no matter how dreary everything looks
the stories can brighten the day.
But I need no pages to make my egress
from life's daily drama
I switch off my mind so my thoughts can digress
from the bitterness and the trauma.
I can make up stories in my head
to get me through each day
I know perhaps that might sound sad
but it works in every way.
Fairy tales and adventures, and stories of love
my imagination works away
characters of beauty, angels from above
whole fantasies played in a day.
Maybe it sounds like I have no life
well I do, but perhaps I don't want it
I give my normality as a tithe
in exchange for the stories that haunt it.
But I'm hiding, I know, from the truth
of a life that is just so mundane
though I would give my eye tooth
just to liven it up all the same
perhaps if I focused on real life instead
my life would form some direction
if the mist could clear from around my head
instead of trying to be my protection.
If I write my stories on paper
they seem so childish and immature
when in my mind's cloudy vapour
they held quite an exciting allure.
Oh, whatever, I'll just keep dreaming
my life has no point anyway
my stories will go on forever
until my life slips away.
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2007
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When I see you, my heart glows
How I want to hold you close
And strangle you till your last breath goes
Then watch you in your sweet death throes
I smile whenever you're around
I just can't keep my feet on the ground
You voice is the single sweetest sound
When it's gurgling as you're being drowned
My feelings aren't platonic
You make me catatonic
You're all over me like bubonic
And I know the only tonic
I love the way you laugh aloud
When you're playing for a crowd
You are so fabulously endowed
But you'd look better in a shroud
You're words are kind, if rather vague
I wonder who's your favourite aide
You're more popular than the plague
And soon to be equally decayed
How I miss you when you're not near
It brings to my eye a tentative tear
That anyone should see my fear
That I'll miss again the next time you're here
I wish I could know your heart's arcanum
To further understand your sweet affection
And to know if you'd recgonise Sauvignon
Laced with the finest Black Mamba venom
When you're around, my mind is askew
You planted the seeds that steadily grew
That most wonderful feeling that's known by so few
There's not a thing I love more than my hatred for you
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2011
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Upon a lonely Autumn night
I spied my prince by artificial light
Our eyes then met, and all was well
His voice, so sweet, said "Go to Hell!"
I laughed it off, assured he jest
And vowed that I would do my best
To win the hand of that valiant prince
By exposing my heart, my love to evince
For many a day, I followed his ways
Learning the patterns of his days
Careful to hide in alley and bush
Awaiting the moment of the ambush
My love, I knew, would fall to my feet
If ever I worked up the courage to meet
Aided, perhaps, with a hint of persuasion
Enhanced by the use of anaesthatization
Too shy to approach lest the ideal I mar
I followed the life of my love from afar
He seemed not to even know I exist
Oh, but I knew that that I could fix!
Upon a lonely Winter night
I spied my prince walking by streetlight
Our eyes then met, and before he could speak
I silenced him with professionally employed technique
Alas, we would finally be happy as one
Belong to me or belong to no-one
I'll have my way, as I always do
I know that I was made for you
Don't resist my psychotic persuasion
I've an episode for every occasion
An embittered word you devise to delay
Will only make you easier to sway
When in the darkness you feel fear
You can know that I am near
Waiting, watching, alway there
You will be my cross to bear
My dear, there's no reason to be blue
I promise I'm not going to hurt you
All I want is your fickle heart
You and I will never part
Something wicked this way will come
Resist all you want, we both know you'll succumb
Be it by poison, blackmail or lie
You can't escape me, however you try
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2011
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Silent night sister,
is your hunting done?
you sit in perfect calm
catching each one
of the silent stars
that hang in the sky
like eyes, still and watching
the silent night go by.
Have you no nest to retire to?
Or are you happy to sit
in the sleeping forest,
unwatched, moonlit.
What wisdom would you,
if you could, share
with you silent night sister
who also sits there?
We may both be different,
I live in the light,
but here we both sit,
observing the night.
Stay silent, my sister,
it's probably best
that the wisdom you hold
is never shared with the rest.
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2008
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A thousand fights
A thousand breaches
I can't keep myself at bay
A thousand bites
From a thousand leeches
Won't take the bad blood away
A single black drop
For a single small sin
Seems all fairness requests to fulfill
But if I do not stop
I'll soon find within
I've no red in my blood left to spill
One sweet little lie sung
A pitiful excuse
A cancerous poison to hear
I'd stitch up my tongue
And sew up my mouth
If these tales never be brought to ear
One last indulge
One last sweet taste
Of the fruits of forbidden enjoyment
One last deluge
Of delusional haste
Of virtue's belated employment
Starving abysmal
Aching and empty
Clawing it's way to my decadent heart
Hunger for sinful
Finding there plenty
Sated on tearing my body apart
Gluttonous wanting
Eating my heart out
Never quite happy, always want more
Vainglorious taunting
Hubristically paramount
I you will cherish, I you'll adore
Envious sickness
Burns me with longing
All that you have is mine to possess
Hungering wickedness
Unchastely longing
Control of your body I'll slyly wrest
Basking in pleasure
Of slovenly laze
No more than a statue would I wish to be
The only real measure
Of happiness lays
In the objects I treasure for their bond to me
A wave of amber
Furious fire
I cannot quell the smoldering hate
I can't remember
A site so dire
As my own despicable fate
Cinders and ashes
Piteous remains
Only myself, charred, bleeding, long gone
Faint memory flashes
Infinitesimal pains
Lament a life wasted in doing what's wrong.
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2011
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If I do persist
In the dreams I can't let go
Will I lose myself?
Dreaming in colour
Beneath the waking shadow
I cannot let go
A thousand faces
Behind my always-closed eyes
All that is me fades
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2010
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