#mills - Hello Poetry

Orpheus by Michael R. Burch after William Blake I. Many a sun and many a moon I walked the earth and whistled a tune. I did not whistle as I worked: the whistle was my work. I shirked nothing I saw and made a rhyme to children at play and hard time. II. Among the prisoners I saw the leaden manacles of Law, the heavy ball and chain, the quirt. And yet I whistled at my work. III. Among the children’s daisy faces and in the women’s frowsy laces, I saw redemption, and I smiled. Satanic millers, unbeguiled, were swayed by neither girl, nor child, nor any God of Love. Yet mild I whistled at my work, and Song broke out, ere long. Keywords/Tags: Orpheus, singer, poet, William Blake, whistle, Satanic, mills, manacles, law, leaden, ball, chain, prison, song, freedom

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Mar 30, 2020

Mar 30, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Orpheus, after William Blake

Orpheus by Michael R. Burch after William Blake I. Many a sun and many a moon I walked the earth and whistled a tune. I did not whistle as I worked: the whistle was my work. I shirked nothing I saw and made a rhyme to children at play and hard time. II. Among the prisoners I saw the leaden manacles of Law, the heavy ball and chain, the quirt. And yet I whistled at my work. III. Among the children’s daisy faces and in the women’s frowsy laces, I saw redemption, and I smiled. Satanic millers, unbeguiled, were swayed by neither girl, nor child, nor any God of Love. Yet mild I whistled at my work, and Song broke out, ere long. Keywords/Tags: Orpheus, singer, poet, William Blake, whistle, Satanic, mills, manacles, law, leaden, ball, chain, prison, song, freedom

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Mar 24, 2020

Mar 24, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC

Constables hay wain crossed the Stour, wooden wheels creaking, countryside colours clouded, trees shrouded Flatford Mill. Lowry's people were going to work, guarded by furious chimneys, darkness conductors, limbs aching. Beneath the plumes short lives streamed, inhabiting a rent collector's dreams. Thin models for humanity suffered Salford's acid rain from satanic wage slave mills.

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Jan 4, 2018

Jan 4, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC

tony-luxton

Salford on Stour

Constables hay wain crossed the Stour, wooden wheels creaking, countryside colours clouded, trees shrouded Flatford Mill. Lowry's people were going to work, guarded by furious chimneys, darkness conductors, limbs aching. Beneath the plumes short lives streamed, inhabiting a rent collector's dreams. Thin models for humanity suffered Salford's acid rain from satanic wage slave mills.

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Around my white vinyl house Is scattered an assortment of mills: Motley brick bones With salted ****** cement cartilage And cracked, uninhabited eyes Staring down apathy and progress. Pillars that once asphyxiated the sky With black and grey Now sigh dust into the breeze; The dust of men and machines Long-silent and long-still. Poisonous paint peels off of memories As cancerous flakes lazily snow from the ceiling. Snake skins of creeping ruddy corrosion climb pistons And embrace wheels. Vines strangle arteries and musty furniture. Trees breach the foundation And claw open the rotted eaves, Eager to drink the sticky August heat. A crow grips a window-frame Which has long outlived its purpose And casts a numb eye over her domain. A breath of moisture in the air: A nor'easter approaches.

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC

skylar9n

Rust

Around my white vinyl house Is scattered an assortment of mills: Motley brick bones With salted ****** cement cartilage And cracked, uninhabited eyes Staring down apathy and progress. Pillars that once asphyxiated the sky With black and grey Now sigh dust into the breeze; The dust of men and machines Long-silent and long-still. Poisonous paint peels off of memories As cancerous flakes lazily snow from the ceiling. Snake skins of creeping ruddy corrosion climb pistons And embrace wheels. Vines strangle arteries and musty furniture. Trees breach the foundation And claw open the rotted eaves, Eager to drink the sticky August heat. A crow grips a window-frame Which has long outlived its purpose And casts a numb eye over her domain. A breath of moisture in the air: A nor'easter approaches.

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I can't help but call out, look at the flame! see it blush the highway bridges, see it burn my family name, it churns like a half-sarcastic love song on repeat it dances on the steel mill, makes the blackest smoke taste sweet it stokes my little leafless heart, gnaws the edges of my sleeves. because that hot bright tongue is mine, it's mine a winking message, a cryptic sign, the mad plumage fluttering above a gridlock hide a hundred hands snatching up from the skyline and even when it's lost in the daylight or the rain I still find it, send it kisses, call it by the family name.

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Jan 17, 2015

Jan 17, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC

hero

The Flame

I can't help but call out, look at the flame! see it blush the highway bridges, see it burn my family name, it churns like a half-sarcastic love song on repeat it dances on the steel mill, makes the blackest smoke taste sweet it stokes my little leafless heart, gnaws the edges of my sleeves. because that hot bright tongue is mine, it's mine a winking message, a cryptic sign, the mad plumage fluttering above a gridlock hide a hundred hands snatching up from the skyline and even when it's lost in the daylight or the rain I still find it, send it kisses, call it by the family name.

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Working at a golf course, Can mostly be a bore, Nothing much to do, But admire the grass and the early morning sunlight, The smell of rabbit **** mixed with morning dew, Time doesn't fly but it's something you get used to, But at least, The boring is a peaceful one.

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Jul 2, 2014

Jul 2, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC

javniv

Life on a Golf course.

Working at a golf course, Can mostly be a bore, Nothing much to do, But admire the grass and the early morning sunlight, The smell of rabbit **** mixed with morning dew, Time doesn't fly but it's something you get used to, But at least, The boring is a peaceful one.

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We are kind of funny, We come out of a hole breathing, And go back to hole rotting, Fin.

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC

javniv

Holes.

We are kind of funny, We come out of a hole breathing, And go back to hole rotting, Fin.

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West side house. By: Hayden Mills. When I was eight, seven, six, The older boys and girls who lived in my area, Had tight cliques, Most of the boys Latino, Mexican, White, black, Listening to 2pac and wakaflaka, "Let ya nutz hang" was the matto for some, Brother vs. Brother one was ended with the sound of a gun, One bullet made the heart go numb, Now this doesn't mean any of us lived in the streets, Yet a lot of kids my age claimed to be, Most of us had a warm place and hot plate to eat, No ghetto, But the older boys in my area still dressed in black sagged geans, Black shirts with the white one underneath, Shaved heads or hats or bandanas, A chain and a watch, So the pretty girls would watch.

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Jun 6, 2014

Jun 6, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC

javniv

West side house.

West side house. By: Hayden Mills. When I was eight, seven, six, The older boys and girls who lived in my area, Had tight cliques, Most of the boys Latino, Mexican, White, black, Listening to 2pac and wakaflaka, "Let ya nutz hang" was the matto for some, Brother vs. Brother one was ended with the sound of a gun, One bullet made the heart go numb, Now this doesn't mean any of us lived in the streets, Yet a lot of kids my age claimed to be, Most of us had a warm place and hot plate to eat, No ghetto, But the older boys in my area still dressed in black sagged geans, Black shirts with the white one underneath, Shaved heads or hats or bandanas, A chain and a watch, So the pretty girls would watch.

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Puke. No girl would like me Uuuuuuuugh Look at my *** belly Uuuuuuugh Today somebody sqeezed my "man ***** Uuuuuuuugh Somebody called me a ****** but its a "joke" Uuuuugh Don't eat that you'll feel worse Uuuuuuuugh You're so full Uuuuugh You gained some weight dude jeez! Uuuuuuuuugh No breakfreast or lunch only dinner Uuuuuuuugh Feel the acid in you're throat Uuuuuuuugh You're a boy so of course no one will know, Uuuuuuugh Wear big shirts and baggy cloths Uuuuugh Don't go anywhere without a hoodie Uuuuuuuugh No *** for you you're disgusting Uuuuuuuugh F#ck a big heart, look at that belly, Bbblaaaaaauuuuugh Get out of the shower...

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC

javniv

Puke.

Puke. No girl would like me Uuuuuuuugh Look at my *** belly Uuuuuuugh Today somebody sqeezed my "man ***** Uuuuuuuugh Somebody called me a ****** but its a "joke" Uuuuugh Don't eat that you'll feel worse Uuuuuuuugh You're so full Uuuuugh You gained some weight dude jeez! Uuuuuuuuugh No breakfreast or lunch only dinner Uuuuuuuugh Feel the acid in you're throat Uuuuuuuugh You're a boy so of course no one will know, Uuuuuuugh Wear big shirts and baggy cloths Uuuuugh Don't go anywhere without a hoodie Uuuuuuuugh No *** for you you're disgusting Uuuuuuuugh F#ck a big heart, look at that belly, Bbblaaaaaauuuuugh Get out of the shower...

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Money where you're mouth is. Today on the telivison screen, They where talking of the economy, But the man who was talking, About graphs and statistics, Had the money in his pockets, So what would he have known, About it.

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC

javniv

Money where you're mouth is...

Money where you're mouth is. Today on the telivison screen, They where talking of the economy, But the man who was talking, About graphs and statistics, Had the money in his pockets, So what would he have known, About it.

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