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Harpo Rhum

Poems

Ceryn  Feb 2013
The Rhum
Ceryn Feb 2013
I took the goblet
I shut the door
Towards reality
Innocence adjourned
Poured the spirit
Of shame and wonder
Beneath the silk
Of black and gold
Sparks then glimmer
Secrets unfold
Witty chatter
Stupid folks
Left the kingdom
Of fake kings
Of fake queens
And true foes
Here’s the lioness
Tamed by such oil
Growls in roses
Screams in thorns
But joy awakened
The lioness’ soul
When all of a sudden
She does herself along
In playful rhythm
She dances the song
Of tedious melody
Of a’s and o’s
Who’d love to see
A crown of gold
When heaven’s a place
Nowhere near
The cape or shawl
Plunge into
Feel the highness
True royalty
Peak of happiness.
Zizaloom  Aug 2018
Baba au rhum
Zizaloom Aug 2018
I eat my feelings in a spoonful of concentrated milk
Powdered milk
A pound of peanut butter
A bit of butter and sugar
Sugar, sweet sugar
Binge binge binge
Till my eyes become wet
"Eyorgasm" from food I collect
In my belly they move, they dance
Jibble, dribble, floppy cheeks
Sadness, deep as the hole I scrunched in the sand years ago
Repentance creeping throughout bread crumbs glazed atop shaky fingers
Glaze, pastries, oily eyelashes trembling, drizzling wet puddles of salt
Drowning, me, sorrows into the ocean I've become
Drowning, still, incomplete, a worm, floating in and out of my ears
From right to left, right to left, right left, left, left, right, left and then
Lighting strikes ten thousand miles from another sphere
Half of a worm gets stuck in the rear
Realisation (Trak! Poom! Pow!)
Je suis une pomme pourrie
T'was the Time when Light hasn't come
Thus filled the Air with Old-Smelling Rhum
Or Gas-Lamps, or Candles of Wax
Do make this Darkened City a mass.

The Source of Great Power has fell
This Time unknown which we cannot tell
The Heat as the Night, how Great it was
When Cooling Converters has made its loss.

People complain, here and there
For Power to return, unable to Dare
At this rate in which they have had Enough
It's now their Turn to be so Rough.

Banners flow in tiles across
The Head of whom around is Boss
Saying, "Power come! Power come!
Hear me now, don't be Dumb!"

As the Night comes with Loser Heat
The Rebellious Mass was still hard to beat
Sources say to drive them out
Not by Force, but by Pout.

"We've had Enough!" the People said
Thus they storm to the Company's Head
Defense Forces pull them back
But the People threw them in the Stacks.

Just then, in Time's time an Electrician
Came through. Stating:
"All is well's tripe! I've cleared the Electric Hue!"

The People heard, but didn't say a Word
To realise: "We have dumped ourselves like birds."

Forgiveness, they spoke. And Cooler Thoughts
Do process
Clearing-up the Debris; And brooming-out the Mess.

Lights have returned; The Power recharged
Peace has settled once again; With the Culprit
At-large.