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 Jul 2014
Jay M Wong
Oh goody maidens and gentlemans here,
Thou engulfed in facades 'til all'st adieu,
Let'st all notion the curtains to draw'st near,
For those who upon false 'motions act true,
Shall tell'st a tale for which light'st shall share.
Among'st these halls, thee fairest maiden, lives,
Whose beauty gallants the darkly chambers,
And too thee state for loyalty gives,
'pon 'tis hammock lights fiery ambers,
'Til in deathly slumber shall life forgives.
Shall dearest queen*, thy body in deathly snow,
Wandering thee halls as'h a restless soul...
A poem influenced by a sign on a church saying "You do not have a soul, you are a soul and you have a body" - thus in death shall the queen shed her body and wander as what she truly is, a soul. A reference to a past poem by J.M.Wong entitled "Josephine, the Queen".
 Mar 2014
Jay M Wong
For such filthy eyes shall upon her own shall it be seen,
By the kingdom’s fairest maiden by the name of Josephine,
For such hideous face shall she dare to wear before thy Queen,
And what ragged curtains shall ‘tis creature possess ‘tis scene.

May none’st identify where thy body ceases and thy rags begin,
For shall such filth of blubber spills upon her ragged clothing pin,
Which fails to be seen for such graceful bliss of hiding it forgives,
Of beneath such deformity and disproportionate hideousness lives,

Shall upon the eyes of the beautiful maiden named Josephine,
Dances ‘tis maiden whose grace represents the purest bovine,
For a creature of such bulging filth and horrors shall dare to disgrace,
Our dearest Josephine, the epitome of beauty, at ‘tis very palace,

For such filth must be rid from the mightly kingdom gates,
So upon such disgust, thee bovine’st life shall we castigate,
Dismantling such hideous face upon ‘tis very maiden shall we,
Yielding minute filthy shards of hideous blades shall we free,
Thy treacherous throat of thee ragged bovinic maiden.
Who drifts upon the crimson carpet as her life hath we a’taken.

And so if one were to enter thee room, shall it inevitably be seen,
The shattered glass of her mirror and the beautiful body of Josephine...
A poem on the perspective of women towards themselves; the reflecting mirrors of bovinic figure, of beauty and reflection, the idea of mirrors influenced by a friend — S.F.

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