#36
What phantoms pester on this gilded ark
where fleeting visions mock the creeping age!
The unrelenting tide of years doth press,
as we, like bark upon the stormy sea,
are tossed and torn. Can we but find release?
Can we escape this breathless, hurried chase?
Or shall we, at our own unfettered will,
pace out the sands of life, serene and slow?
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 12:47 AM UTC
Black nights; up the mountain's time of 36 hours,
to tell a princess, _"I'm just passing by."_
She's hidden away in her tower, at the highest
point for storms to feel like light showers. By the hour,
doing her hair, for a knight to love her of her bare.
Vulnerable to a kiss, she's never really had. Everything
is a first, until she's got the permission from her dad.
She's so sad, just watching the peasants below. Listening to the
only music of the wind that will blow. Fair and beauty, rare and
cruelty, usually of the one King's rule so unruly.
But truly;
can the simple love the complex? Trading commas, just for the
compliments. It's not love if it's meant to be trapped by the
love that made one so lovely. A heaven sent goddess, so godly
unlike those who don't believe in anybody. Oh what a story, of the song. These lyrics filled of trapped lover, in the set up of
everything going wrong.
The bravest of the bunch, was the boy who spent hours kissing her behind her house. A love in secret, a fatal attraction, to a
fatal accident, on Death's wish list. Two skins of different tones,
she might have all the money to own the world. But boy did
she make him feel like everything in it, she could tell him,
_"it's all yours"_
But way to many kissing dilutes the taste of arising troubles.
As he had way to many, that he took a chance to snuggle.
__Bang, bang!__
There's this palace's King banging on the door. Caught them both
without their clothes. Better get up quick to run, ahead of the
bullet of that upcoming gun. He went out of the window, forgetting the heights he once had to climb. Fell in love, just to
fall into breaking his spine.
_36 hours, the story came to an end. 36 hours was all the time
she had before it went. 36 hours later, and her only knight
was dead._
_36 hours was all they both had._
Mar 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022 at 3:27 PM UTC
dear basil,
you don't have to be in pain
to talk to me </3
i want to hear about your
good days
too
love,
basil
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 3:47 AM UTC
After John Prine:
**“There's flies in the kitchen,
I can hear 'em there buzzing,
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today”**
Mr. John Prine
<£>
There's flies in the kitchen,
all around my eyes and head,
they’re just gossiping bout me,
why most mornings
I’m still laying in bed
at almost near
noon-time, why too, them
angels and their a-fluttering wings,
a-flapping, still hanging around,
when they’re so far from home
truth be told, I kinda like new combinations,
the musical vibes, magic incantations,
boogie woogie, fuzzy buzzy eyelash sounds,
bluesy background harmonies against the
harps them angel wings are playing,
I’m getting every note writ down so,
I can play it well on the morrow, on my
following them higher up, all the ways up
on that glowing shining stairway to heaven,
guarantee-damn-teeing entrance through the
pearly gates for the flies and a lazy, no-account
worthless S.O.B. like me
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
decided why waiting, my name, my curse, my retrocognition,
last week, was sore-spent, from abusing discontinuation, retribution,
lovers who took more, too much, left contentedly, not looking back
over their shoulder, at the wasted wake left behind, nothing to them
just was their “been here, now, just a hereafter” remainder reminder
can’t believe I’m writing, in these blues lyrics electrified,
my ribs, plucked like guitar strings for “pic”ing demand wailing,
my own hereafter starts now, past days eradicated, freshened up,
these aren’t the days of reminiscing, these are the days of no más!
of my hereafter, now I understand, did not know how, clarity arrived
but now will love only in equality, no worshiping, no portraits
to be admired hanging on hallway walls, got rollers and pan,
repainting walls crazy whites, starting again, coming out today,
the hiding separated, put in trash bags on the street, for takeaway
in crazy notions, commencing my hereafter, is inviting you,
join me, improve my cadence, my rhymes, finish my sentences,
with periods of laughter, commas of words of perfect additions,
waiting no more, from here after and ever more so, my name
hereafter, is now my retrofitted futures, no longer waiting...
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
I went back to the places once traveled through years ago
they smiled when they saw me
thats a good start
today i turn 36 years old here
i really just want 36 more
made it past jesus at least
but my father didn’t carpent
but carpets he brought brought on his back
i didn’t do anything really
3rd person story glory glares like novellas
but take it as your own
you’ll blur out your empty spaces
and stick out in just the right way
i answer phones all day so as to not answer my own
i really like want 36 more
ill do better
i promise
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)
Edmund!
*a friend mutual on HP
sent me your poem below
asking me to respond appropriately,
close the tale, he said,
and that I would understand,
thinking by being marked,
I had some expertise in the matter
perhaps you are unaware that the world
exists only because there are at least thirty six^
righteous men on the earth and
personally believe,
there are more
who they are, a well kept secret,
but secrets tend to leak so...
only one,
Mr. Edmund,
employs a dozen doughnuts
(chocolate frosted)
to follow through
on the most important
commandment human
love thy neighbor
with a dozen holies
I’m told that like certain loaves of bread,
a dozen doughnuts
now have along with
wine and water
a place in the repertoire of the selector of the
thirty six
which needs noting,
a dozen
is 1/3 of thirty six
sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!*
<•>
Edmund black
Jul 15
My Perfect Morning
The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady I had to
Go run some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
Morning
I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
Always gives
ALWAYS
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
from a wonderful night
she came alive
oh my country
obscured in her gloomy might
her love seemed so right
the feign of her tattered story
she bears the burden of Africa
the reign of her battered glory
her body abut and juxtaposed Madagascar
I wish that I fly away
from my path
I might not stray
from the start
I was taught to pray
my dreams to soar in beautiful array
as the nation saddles in its own barrage
lamentations of 56 years' blink
I see on eagle's wings what victory brings
the joy of 36 shining gold rings
too bright to look at
naming and counting one for each
and when twilight was reach
in plenteous joy and happiness
to the people my heart outreach
compensation for years lived
in wood and ash
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC