#ozymandias
The desire to live and create
to be remembered
as the Greats of Old,
to shout into the Wind
and to be heard;
If the frail life of Man
is like a fleeting blink
in the eternal World,
What purpose do we have
if not to get our story told;
From the Gardens of Babylon
to the marbled White House halls,
the Nightmare of Man has been
to be forgotten in Time
like King Ozymandias
under the endless sands of Earth
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
A Laser Focus on Screaming Deaths
Look upon my Works, ye Mighty, and despair
-Shelley, “Ozymandias”
Laser focus laser focus laser
Focus laser focus laser focus
Laser focus teens falling to their deaths
Laser focus escape for two thousand dollars
Laser focus or a promissory note
If the enemy overrun the airport
We’ll laser focus your refund back to you
With this laser focus degree of precision
Shredded body in the laser focus
Of the wheel well
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 8:53 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Bagram Air Base
Shelley was Right
I met a veteran from an antique land,
Who said – “A looted fortress of concrete
Stands in the desert...Near it, on the sand,
Half sunk lies a computerized spreadsheet
Whose clever numbers and totaled-up tallies
Tell that our keyboard commanders well read
The shifting winds in political rallies
(Never mind an accurate count of the dead)
And on the side of a wrecked deuce-and-a-half:
My name is Builder of Democracies;
Look upon my Works, ye Mighty – and laugh!
The well-built airbase remains yet today
To that colossal base still standing there
The Chinese army speeds from far away.”
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
The deer walked quietly into the church
Gold and white sheets and royal tune enveloped the hall
Pitter patter in silence
A warm huff, juxtaposing the cold air
Its pure eyes surveyed its surrounds
This was familiar
Importance fell upon the Deer
An ode to Himself, it thought
He'd been here before, he'd experienced the love
That once was
The worship
That once was
And like an abandoned city,
Nature had returned
Upon ye own mighty work,
Despair fell upon the Deer.
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 1:46 AM UTC
"I know an agent, who knows your man, who has a machine to do the job in no time."
… I'll book a flight then
This time,
I’ll sail on a freighter cabin,
Back,
Have a B&B waiting
In a familiar town,
In County Cavan.
I’ll visit with my Uncle,
Drink pot-boiled water
From tea-ringed mugs.
I’ll pour out questions,
Wear an extra layer
To stay the chill,
With my muddy wellies
On his cement floor,
In his soot-walled room,
Behind the sky-blue, wood rot door;
With the road encroaching,
As never before.
A light dangles from the end of a cord,
The tap is just outside the door,
A four burner propane stove
Provides heat to boil and cook.
The Immaculate Heart
Is missing from where it once was,
In the nook, on the wall.
The thistle encrusted lane
Leads up a hill, from behind,
To a natural well,
Where animals watered and grazed.
Beyond, hedgerows of bramble,
With walls of stone,
Delineate the fields;
Seven in all, they called their own.
But seven can’t stay home.
The youngest,
The unchosen one,
Lives there now on his own.
There' s no cold ash
In the open hearth,
Where generations
Died and birthed.
Despite the depth of the walls,
The rusted roof and lifeless stalls,
The whitewash too
Will bleed to earth,
Onto the tumulus of dirt.
... then, I will book a flight
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
I will have you know that you are in the mine-ority
If you don’t look at my pic and insta-click “like” on me
I thrive in this weblight, you subsist in ambig-you-ity
Mine is the looking glass of Aphrod-I-te
The un-My-ghty look on my aesthetic perfection and despair
I am the reason there is an earth
All was designed to usher in my triumphant birth
You are just hateful ab-you-sers and mis-you-sers
YOU are YOUVENILE YOULINQUENTS!
I am the oh-so-fleeting truth
Present in a world obsessed with youth
I am only worth what others see in me
I embody the my-jority
My onscreen attention antics
Are the me-ssential components
Required to build a thriving Me-ocracy.
~
NM
10/17/14
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
a kingdom wholesale, loose strings of coupons;
a throne of pepsi cartons amidst the concrete
lights shine over the infinite rows of freezers
so sample the pork and pass by the petunias
dream of the electronics display let the
laptops regard visions of the self inside which
empty bubbles where words should go but don't
flutter across up blue and white.
to buy mulch is to regard the manure as
nothing but what it claims to be.
i ordered a hotdog after checking out and i sat and ate
and there is a vending machine here that only
dispenses water bottles.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
King of Kings, I am to man!
Set apart, in stone; a gentry,
With a tomb that sits but nearly empty?
A grave with few artifacts to witness bear,
Inscription of him, who was the great king,
Who was once and future, a beginning to everything,
Whose great father descended into those lands…
Where epitaph graces a lonely stone,
And Ozymandias rests, at peace, alone.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC