"augean" poems - Hello Poetry

That class is sponsoring a thorough bred fair—creating war winning story that doesn't fit neatly onto a bumper sticker. Only a standard reply from featherless wing—bloviating an appeal to the conscientious authority. Go back: polish the Augean non-staples, rear up stallions to break geldings, eat beefsteak, drink whiskey at whistle, stop. That class only teaches a Greek hero clean-up. Meanwhile, they claim victory.

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Oct 23, 2011

Oct 23, 2011 at 10:29 AM UTC

nisa-west

XXIV.

That class is sponsoring a thorough bred fair—creating war winning story that doesn't fit neatly onto a bumper sticker. Only a standard reply from featherless wing—bloviating an appeal to the conscientious authority. Go back: polish the Augean non-staples, rear up stallions to break geldings, eat beefsteak, drink whiskey at whistle, stop. That class only teaches a Greek hero clean-up. Meanwhile, they claim victory.

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This happened Because it reminds him of his Augean contents Contained in his broken, charming disguise? Left now merely as a demise Pulsating to release The forgotten jigsaw piece Blanketed by the tired creases Under his weary, unprotected eyes. Wrinkled beneath the coating. Shivering in denial. Trembling upon his silent confession, Enhancing his light as a misguided weapon Transforming, This Aries flicker, With a threat of no arrival, Shakes upon the seed of combustion. Planting a brand new plantation of ash... I guess, Sometimes new beginnings can lead to new endings And land into the chasm of the world Where little roots tangle and mangle Strangled by impalpable trash.

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Jan 3, 2017

Jan 3, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC

hannah-mariotti

Trash

This happened Because it reminds him of his Augean contents Contained in his broken, charming disguise? Left now merely as a demise Pulsating to release The forgotten jigsaw piece Blanketed by the tired creases Under his weary, unprotected eyes. Wrinkled beneath the coating. Shivering in denial. Trembling upon his silent confession, Enhancing his light as a misguided weapon Transforming, This Aries flicker, With a threat of no arrival, Shakes upon the seed of combustion. Planting a brand new plantation of ash... I guess, Sometimes new beginnings can lead to new endings And land into the chasm of the world Where little roots tangle and mangle Strangled by impalpable trash.

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I notice the night's no longer whole because you never call yet a big part of me still wants to see your face... just so you know I still hear your voice down the hall and smell your fragrance in the air polluted by the flowers with the part of me that still believes my arms are your place your final destination as you're my constant hallucination so I spend every little micro second of my daily hours hoping for a miracle, wishing I were an endless tentacle or even Heracles, to divert the Augean of your Heart and have the magma of your passion flow back into my soul so that I can once again be the whole __________________________________________________ You were right and I was wrong, without you I ain't strong Am tired of waiting for a tomorrow, that's free of you and free of sorrow Tired of holding my breath, it ****** feels like the sigh of death And my mind wandering, why won't you come and save me? come and save me, save me love.. ___________________________________________________ I have run, from wine to *** to every end of this cold earth I could roam your silence is deafening loud, hitting my ears harder than echos of a drum hanging on perilously like a derailed speeding Tram... for am out of ways of lulling my mind from chaos back to calm My life's a dark night without a single star, my soul a million a scar you were not my world, I was wrong about that too you are my galaxy and there's no existence without you I'd surrender all this to just one more time hold your hand, a thousand years to see your footprints next to mine on the sand for a minute with you, I'd give away forever, be it for a second or less after all momentary completeness I guess is better than a lifetime mess you should see me now, shredded like a sensitive document no longer needed maybe you succeeded _____________________________________________________ You were right and I was wrong, without you I ain't strong Am tired of waiting for a tomorrow, that's free of you and free of sorrow Tired of holding my breath, it ****** feels like the sigh of death And my mind wandering, why won't you come and save me? come and save me, save me love..

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Feb 27, 2017

Feb 27, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC

ignatius-hosiana

Save Me Love

I notice the night's no longer whole because you never call yet a big part of me still wants to see your face... just so you know I still hear your voice down the hall and smell your fragrance in the air polluted by the flowers with the part of me that still believes my arms are your place your final destination as you're my constant hallucination so I spend every little micro second of my daily hours hoping for a miracle, wishing I were an endless tentacle or even Heracles, to divert the Augean of your Heart and have the magma of your passion flow back into my soul so that I can once again be the whole __________________________________________________ You were right and I was wrong, without you I ain't strong Am tired of waiting for a tomorrow, that's free of you and free of sorrow Tired of holding my breath, it ****** feels like the sigh of death And my mind wandering, why won't you come and save me? come and save me, save me love.. ___________________________________________________ I have run, from wine to *** to every end of this cold earth I could roam your silence is deafening loud, hitting my ears harder than echos of a drum hanging on perilously like a derailed speeding Tram... for am out of ways of lulling my mind from chaos back to calm My life's a dark night without a single star, my soul a million a scar you were not my world, I was wrong about that too you are my galaxy and there's no existence without you I'd surrender all this to just one more time hold your hand, a thousand years to see your footprints next to mine on the sand for a minute with you, I'd give away forever, be it for a second or less after all momentary completeness I guess is better than a lifetime mess you should see me now, shredded like a sensitive document no longer needed maybe you succeeded _____________________________________________________ You were right and I was wrong, without you I ain't strong Am tired of waiting for a tomorrow, that's free of you and free of sorrow Tired of holding my breath, it ****** feels like the sigh of death And my mind wandering, why won't you come and save me? come and save me, save me love..

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You’re impenetrable my little Nemean lion You have cauterized your skin my brittle Lernaean hydra Forever I'll chase my crippled Ceryneian hind Where ever you lay waste my graceful Erymanthian boar Even if you never come clean my ***** Augean stable No matter how many you eat my hungry Stymphalian bird No matter your myth my covetous Cretan bull No matter how many you’ve ate my cannibalistic Mare of Diomedes Even if blood has to shed my bellicose Belt of Hippolyta I built this field for us to grow my starving Cow of Geryon I will hold your world up my poisoned Golden apple of the Hesperides I will travel to the depths of hell for you my frightening Cerberus

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC

EvilShredder

A Herculean Task

You’re impenetrable my little Nemean lion You have cauterized your skin my brittle Lernaean hydra Forever I'll chase my crippled Ceryneian hind Where ever you lay waste my graceful Erymanthian boar Even if you never come clean my ***** Augean stable No matter how many you eat my hungry Stymphalian bird No matter your myth my covetous Cretan bull No matter how many you’ve ate my cannibalistic Mare of Diomedes Even if blood has to shed my bellicose Belt of Hippolyta I built this field for us to grow my starving Cow of Geryon I will hold your world up my poisoned Golden apple of the Hesperides I will travel to the depths of hell for you my frightening Cerberus

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The syzygy of peace and enlightenment Are better than gentle fighting and Death. The malfoy of everything wasted as if fruitless Tears, unanswered prayers, broken vows, unfulfilled: Since desires and intentions- just to measure are The defiled Ammonites lunar malabar; fro' the Augean stables of Astolpho, the Triform King Demanding a ****** the streaming bi-frost Between mice and men extrapolative of silver and gold. Apocynthion Horns to the East, as well, as also, with Pericynthion Horns to the West nourishing Skuld without Arnon...Moloch with Molech! ELEETE. J. MUIR.

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Apr 24, 2021

Apr 24, 2021 at 7:40 AM UTC

eleete-j-muir

The Moon.

The syzygy of peace and enlightenment Are better than gentle fighting and Death. The malfoy of everything wasted as if fruitless Tears, unanswered prayers, broken vows, unfulfilled: Since desires and intentions- just to measure are The defiled Ammonites lunar malabar; fro' the Augean stables of Astolpho, the Triform King Demanding a ****** the streaming bi-frost Between mice and men extrapolative of silver and gold. Apocynthion Horns to the East, as well, as also, with Pericynthion Horns to the West nourishing Skuld without Arnon...Moloch with Molech! ELEETE. J. MUIR.

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