#tyger
Curry rice curry rice, burning bright,
In the microwave at the middle of the night;
What immortal bud or tongue,
Could frame thy fearful spice that stung?
In what distant flavor that sprung.
Burnt the fire in thy tongue?
On what buds dare it aspire?
Why my tongue, dare cease the fire?
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
evol-u-shun
by michael r. burch
does GOD adore the Tyger
while it’s ripping ur lamb apart?
does GOD applaud the Plague
while it’s eating u à la carte?
does GOD admire ur brains
while ur praying IT has a heart?
does GOD endorse the Bible
you blue-lighted at k-mart?
NOTES: In the segmented title “evol” is “love” spelled backwards. The title questions whether you have been shunned by a "God of love" or evolution. William Blake’s famous poem “The Tyger” questions the nature of a Creator who brings lambs and tigers into the same world. Keywords/Tags: god, love, evolution, coronavirus, plague, tyger, tiger, lamb, predator, prey, brains, heart, bible, K-Mart, blue light special
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC
evol-u-shun
by michael r. burch
does GOD adore the Tyger
while it’s ripping ur lamb apart?
does GOD applaud the Plague
while it’s eating u à la carte?
does GOD admire ur brains
while ur claiming IT has a heart?
does GOD endorse the Bible
you blue-lighted at k-mart?
NOTE: In the segmented title “evol” is “love” spelled backwards. The title questions whether you/we have been shunned by a "God of Love" or by evolution. William Blake’s poem “The Tyger” questions the nature of a Creator who brings lambs and tigers into the same world. Keywords/Tags: god, love, evolution, coronavirus, plague, tyger, tiger, lamb, predator, prey, brains, heart, bible, K-Mart, blue light special
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire.
Pants on fire, burning bright.
And what chain, & what art?
What the sinew? what the ****?
Markov! Markov! chains on fire.
On what wings does he aspire?
And what hand at a rapid rate
Dare ‘em hastily generate?
In the forests burning bright,
In the distant deeps and skies.
Lo ‘n’ behold! what a symmetry!
Did he smile his work to see?
Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire.
Pants on fire, burning bright.
And what chain, & what art?
What the sinew? what the ****?
Python! Python! Monte Carlo,
The chain order is so low.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC
Bonnie, Bonnie Burning Bright
Patrols the wilds of her yard
Where frogs and lizards live in fear
And fearsome squirrels must ever guard
They shrink from Clydesdale for her size
Though Bonnie is the faster
Perceiving her as less a threat
Unknowing, court disaster
When Bonnie gives in to the chase
A shining blur of black and white
Yet in the sun stretched eyes half-closed
Seems farthest possible from flight
For Bonnie's vices stem entire
From being fully cat
As clearly all her virtues do
And Clydesdale's too, at that
My Bonnie is my wayward child
My friend belonging not to me
For even purring in my lap
Her tyger soul is wild and free
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
Tiger, tiger, burned once bright,
thy forests turn with dying light,
from embers to ashes in gasoline
fumes that reek of deeds obscene.
The flames were fuelled in desperation
by those who fear eradication
of their ancient tribal lands
their blood runs thick on industrial hands.
They are thy lambs arranged for slaughter,
they are the very sons and daughters
of the forests of the night
in who’s heart thou burn’st yet bright.
Alas, therein thy days are numbered,
thy primal scream by mechanical thunder
is extinguished without thought or care
by those who’s eyes see no despair,
blind in sole pursuit of self
from whom greed’s arrows have with stealth
all empathy and grace dissected
and cold cadavers resurrected,
spectres of their former selves,
emerging from the mouth of hell.
They prey on our indifference
and worm into our confidence
for in the name of saving face,
we ourselves by greed debase
by casual purchases, ill considered
we sell thee, tiger, down the river
which carries vandals to ignite
the unspoiled forests of the night.
But thou o tiger, what chance thy rage
to free thee from thy clinical cage?
Near sole survivor of thy race,
a dwindling band who’s time and place
shall with fleeting memory take flight
unless we help thee again burn bright.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
The Tyger that was burning bright,
Came down to seek an opponent to fight.
When he stumbled across a grassy field,
In order to see what opponents it would yield.
After hours of searching he found a little lamb,
Not quite the opponent that was part of his plan.
He challenged the innocent lamb to battle,
After all Tyger had defeated large great cattle.
The lamb got up and said this was a mistake,
We were both created by old William Blake.
To fight you would be to fight my brother,
I suggest peace and love for one another.
And so something strange happened that day,
Two different songs came together in a way.
One of Innocence and Experience,
A new song born from both - Existence.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC