#mobydick - Hello Poetry

The whale is a fish and a mammal in one As white has all colors and also has none The grandest of creatures With paradox features Unknown and untouched by the light of the sun

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Aug 28, 2024

Aug 28, 2024 at 1:48 AM UTC

kingoflimericks

The Way of the White Whale

The whale is a fish and a mammal in one As white has all colors and also has none The grandest of creatures With paradox features Unknown and untouched by the light of the sun

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Shaking my head as I shuffle through Nod And wander through darkness on scabrous old feet Where the fruits are forbidden, and might I add strictly But the knowledge is ever so sweet I’m Under the Influence of sir Malcolm L And M. L. von Franz has me under her spell Seeking the change that I wish I could be While my dear inner Ahab I struggle to quell To search by escaping through tropics and trenches Determined to make every ocean my home My singular purpose: the potion that quenches Still I drink that I could theme alone In this watering hole will I bury my hatchets A sickness that’s cured is an ailment forgotten So choke every sorrow and drown your regrets A soul that remembers is cursed to go rotten With penalties and interest forever compounded I’m astounded to watch how my recollection grows The proverbial wisdom that’s also called madness Is purchased on credit and paid for with woes Drifting asea to steer clear of collectors Engulfed instead by tempests my own Echoing voices demanding comeuppance From the depth comes a cry that disturbs every bone These howling reminders are issued below From under the surface by more than a beast My pirates on deck keep me bound to the mast Always in earshot and never released Mostly a head but with hardly a face My nemesis, massive, can scarcely be seen Not to be measured through time or in space From his cousins’ cadavers our data we glean Less than a man, I stomp on my stump And promise to silence the primitive brute Guided by starlight, unable to sleep Harpoon at the ready and eager to shoot **** the torpedoes and to hell with the crew Set sail at once for the wide open blue Don’t be seduced by this monster in white His message is wicked, no less than it’s true He feeds on your anger, you’re never too old To listen instead of exerting your tongue Or shaking the hinges of Davy Jones’ locker On the floor of the ocean where Melville met Jung

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Aug 15, 2024

Aug 15, 2024 at 5:14 PM UTC

kingoflimericks

Out of my depth

Shaking my head as I shuffle through Nod And wander through darkness on scabrous old feet Where the fruits are forbidden, and might I add strictly But the knowledge is ever so sweet I’m Under the Influence of sir Malcolm L And M. L. von Franz has me under her spell Seeking the change that I wish I could be While my dear inner Ahab I struggle to quell To search by escaping through tropics and trenches Determined to make every ocean my home My singular purpose: the potion that quenches Still I drink that I could theme alone In this watering hole will I bury my hatchets A sickness that’s cured is an ailment forgotten So choke every sorrow and drown your regrets A soul that remembers is cursed to go rotten With penalties and interest forever compounded I’m astounded to watch how my recollection grows The proverbial wisdom that’s also called madness Is purchased on credit and paid for with woes Drifting asea to steer clear of collectors Engulfed instead by tempests my own Echoing voices demanding comeuppance From the depth comes a cry that disturbs every bone These howling reminders are issued below From under the surface by more than a beast My pirates on deck keep me bound to the mast Always in earshot and never released Mostly a head but with hardly a face My nemesis, massive, can scarcely be seen Not to be measured through time or in space From his cousins’ cadavers our data we glean Less than a man, I stomp on my stump And promise to silence the primitive brute Guided by starlight, unable to sleep Harpoon at the ready and eager to shoot **** the torpedoes and to hell with the crew Set sail at once for the wide open blue Don’t be seduced by this monster in white His message is wicked, no less than it’s true He feeds on your anger, you’re never too old To listen instead of exerting your tongue Or shaking the hinges of Davy Jones’ locker On the floor of the ocean where Melville met Jung

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to be frank, I never cared for fall not enamoured by the warm-hued leaves riding the winds as they fall to the ground where they crunch too cold for my old mimosa littered brunch the rain also won’t stop who could claim this season and for what reason? I miss the sunlight and the warm embrace of the wind I miss the stressless summer bliss instead, here I am racking my head, studying for exams hoping I can just get back again to kayaking in the blue, wearing my swim trunks like a tattoo instead, here I am racking my head, swimming in the deep end will I drown who knows, thank god I love to idle and float or else I would be meeting Moby **** when the depression hits

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Oct 28, 2021

Oct 28, 2021 at 10:43 AM UTC

munybee

Falling from grace

to be frank, I never cared for fall not enamoured by the warm-hued leaves riding the winds as they fall to the ground where they crunch too cold for my old mimosa littered brunch the rain also won’t stop who could claim this season and for what reason? I miss the sunlight and the warm embrace of the wind I miss the stressless summer bliss instead, here I am racking my head, studying for exams hoping I can just get back again to kayaking in the blue, wearing my swim trunks like a tattoo instead, here I am racking my head, swimming in the deep end will I drown who knows, thank god I love to idle and float or else I would be meeting Moby **** when the depression hits

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The sea sounds as I try to think Anger and vengeance turn my blood into ink One day we'll come face to face This letter is for the ultimate debt-collector Please, deliver to the white disgrace Behind the horizon Nature's clock sets Waking up sleep Behind the waves, you better hide I'll let the anchor of work Drag me to the deep Granting you another night.

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Mar 24, 2021

Mar 24, 2021 at 7:35 AM UTC

Albinoblanke

Moby

The sea sounds as I try to think Anger and vengeance turn my blood into ink One day we'll come face to face This letter is for the ultimate debt-collector Please, deliver to the white disgrace Behind the horizon Nature's clock sets Waking up sleep Behind the waves, you better hide I'll let the anchor of work Drag me to the deep Granting you another night.

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The walls adorned with ashy white and blue A wet lick would bring the icy fronts to my tongue. Like a seachant a sailor sang As the ships lay to waste in the clutches of the grainy lands, The aquatic waters dancing on by the visitor Here to stay but a bit or forever. The corridors of the throat as dry as a canyon, Lost and beaming under a blasphemous sun. The separation of the naturals One to have the other and the other to not Woe - Doom I say. The whaling whalers whale swept ashore The blubber of greed choking the lantern, Waves dousing the fire in a firefly. The featherless birds over head sing their Ode, Elergy unbrandished before Salt and Colt.

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Apr 29, 2020

Apr 29, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC

Sky47

Whalers of Greece

The walls adorned with ashy white and blue A wet lick would bring the icy fronts to my tongue. Like a seachant a sailor sang As the ships lay to waste in the clutches of the grainy lands, The aquatic waters dancing on by the visitor Here to stay but a bit or forever. The corridors of the throat as dry as a canyon, Lost and beaming under a blasphemous sun. The separation of the naturals One to have the other and the other to not Woe - Doom I say. The whaling whalers whale swept ashore The blubber of greed choking the lantern, Waves dousing the fire in a firefly. The featherless birds over head sing their Ode, Elergy unbrandished before Salt and Colt.

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Je m'échoue Au tréfonds de tes entrailles Je plonge Je remonte à la surface Je respire Je plonge Je remonte à la surface Je respire Je plonge Je remonte à la surface Je respire Inlassablement Je suis Moby **** The Whale, dit Migaloo dit Galon de Leche La baleine à bosse albinos, ton ombre dans les ténèbres Et chaque fois que tu vois léviter Dans l'air ma queue de cétacé Tu jettes au large ta pudeur Tu largues tes amarres : Tu te confesses, nue et sincère, Tu m'avoues tes faiblesses, Tes rêves et tes envies Et tu pars en une jouissance infinie Pendant que je te bénis de ma semence Et que je t'offre l'entière rémission des péchés, La gloire et la vie éternelle. Je suis Moby **** Je suis Migaloo, Je suis Galon de Leche, Je suis ta Sainte Trinité Ton triple humpback whale, Ton ombre trois fois portée . Écoute mon chant, c'est le fruit de tes entrailles : Il se nomme Désir C'est un chant qui absout, qui assouvit Qui transforme les vagues de ma bosse En élixir d'immortalité. Il vogue sans radar et sans boussole Vers les isthmes immergés et les détroits éternels De ton Atlantide intime Dernière frontière où gît ton Triangle des Bermudes Ecoute le chant divin de ta baleine à bosse, Ton cétacé, ton albinos Et joins ta voix à sa voix et fonds-toi En valses et galipettes Dans la toison obscure et attirante De l'ombre de son ombre.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 6:52 AM UTC

cyclone-wolfok-baltimore

Le fruit de tes entrailles

Je m'échoue Au tréfonds de tes entrailles Je plonge Je remonte à la surface Je respire Je plonge Je remonte à la surface Je respire Je plonge Je remonte à la surface Je respire Inlassablement Je suis Moby **** The Whale, dit Migaloo dit Galon de Leche La baleine à bosse albinos, ton ombre dans les ténèbres Et chaque fois que tu vois léviter Dans l'air ma queue de cétacé Tu jettes au large ta pudeur Tu largues tes amarres : Tu te confesses, nue et sincère, Tu m'avoues tes faiblesses, Tes rêves et tes envies Et tu pars en une jouissance infinie Pendant que je te bénis de ma semence Et que je t'offre l'entière rémission des péchés, La gloire et la vie éternelle. Je suis Moby **** Je suis Migaloo, Je suis Galon de Leche, Je suis ta Sainte Trinité Ton triple humpback whale, Ton ombre trois fois portée . Écoute mon chant, c'est le fruit de tes entrailles : Il se nomme Désir C'est un chant qui absout, qui assouvit Qui transforme les vagues de ma bosse En élixir d'immortalité. Il vogue sans radar et sans boussole Vers les isthmes immergés et les détroits éternels De ton Atlantide intime Dernière frontière où gît ton Triangle des Bermudes Ecoute le chant divin de ta baleine à bosse, Ton cétacé, ton albinos Et joins ta voix à sa voix et fonds-toi En valses et galipettes Dans la toison obscure et attirante De l'ombre de son ombre.

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