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Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Chain T Percy
I live in Macy I.N. I love soccer. My favorite color is blue . I love the naruto series .

Poems

William Bednar Nov 2011
To see the world through fairie lens,
The scrying pool, the artist's pen,
To live in such a wond'rous world
Will feed the lover's soul, unfurled,
Will free the heart to catch the moon
Will start romantic hearts to swoon.
So Percy, young and free at heart,
Who from his love was torn apart,
Walked the woods in shadowy gloom
Proclaiming death of love, and doom,
When stepped he into fairy ring
And heard the satyrs *****, sing.
He watched the dryads flow'ry dance.
He saw the fairie happ'ly prance.
And in the midst of this he met
A vision out of Heaven sent
In form of twinkling, thoughtful eyes
And skin as clouds that grace the skies,
Skin much softer than the wind, and smooth
As stone that's by the water, grooved.
By magic fire a dance began.
By this spell, lost was the young man.
With eyes the color of the sea,
Began to court the fairy sweet,
Did Percy, past his other love.
By one touch from enchanted glove
Worn on hand of Percy's goddess
His heart did swoon and heave his chest.
That night the pair was lost in song
And Percy laughed and loved 'ere long.
At light of dawn the blue eyed youth
Received a kiss that spoke of truth
From elven maid, enchanted.
By the sun the fairie panted,
Shrinking from the light of morning,
And vanished fast, without warning.
Percy, in the wake of magic
Was abandoned.  Feeling tragic
He lay prostrate upon the hill.
As days did pass he lay quite still
And slowly, overcome by woe,
He begged the Earth, upon him, grow
And take his weight, his sky blue eyes
And help his tortured soul to die.
Upon the spot where once he lay,
So aided by the sun and rain
Did grow a pair of flowers, blue.
The Earth had taken up the youth.
When one year passed, on Eve of Saints
They Fey returned, with colored paints.
The girl who danced with Percy, young,
When all the singing had begun
Did find blue petals, growing strong
And wove them in her hair, so long.
dressed in his Sunday best
blue pin striped suit
is our dearly departed Percy
his gills are blue
as a result of a heart attack
last Thursday afternoon
the color co-ordination
of his suit and gills
are an interior designer's coup

the mortuary attendants
wheel Percy out to the awaiting hearse
it has Dunlop X 27's fitted all round
ensuring Percy has a cushioned ride
not that it much matters to him
as he's in an eternal state of unawareness

up a sweeping driveway
with Myrtle trees on either side
Percy's remains arrive at the doors
of a sandstone building
his body is taken inside
to a room filled with floral tributes

music strikes up  
on the Wurlitzer *****
Amazing Grace is played
an apt selection this hymn
for this kind of occasion

tissues and hankies are ready
to catch the odd wet nose
and many tears
which shall flow

Ralph Odges
the local Uniting Church Minister
gives a wordy discourse
telling of Percy's colorful life and times
Odges is a prattler
he likes to go on
the mourners
are lost in the mists
of grief

slowly his mortal remains
are delivered into
the baking chamber
his relatives remember
his last gasping words
take me to Sizzlers
for a full body roast
so that they did...