"blund" poems - Hello Poetry

My dear, do you want to know why this stream shall never cease to flow why this countenance shall know no smile why in vain you realease torent of bile for eternity shall my face tarry behind the sun and ever shall be till this ugly scenario run cut off from every string joint to my mind to recall no more that gruesome day Limbeh turned a cadavar awaiting decay how my heart tremble while my tongue relates the incident that turned an early widow late the night before, cried a owl across at nightfall grandpa beheld and discerned the mysterious call tapped he my shoulder and opened his phangs look beyond the pregnant night in labour pangs waiting to birth a child as mysterious as the cry Ekumbo! May i live not to witness that melancholic night(he sighed) a thing unheard of in Aweh beyond countless centuries worth plunging a kingdom into an endless misery frightened, departed me with my ribs to my cradle to fall holdin his words to await he upon whom the lot shall fall so as the pregnant night did flipped departed then this poor widow to her field to gather bread for her fatherless kids then in agony their lips they bit as their eyes rained in torrent and their sobs grew even fervent when the fatal tiding was unleashed a thing which feared hearts and andrenaline released how she bent beneath a dry iroko gathering yam in her distant and lonely farm a branch uphigh cracked turned she to see the source of the crack behold a log fell on her skull pouring out what was left of her brain- all keeling rightward, she fell as her spirit transcended a plane beyond a place so gray, so blund now poor orphans, as poppies to be shared departed they to various kins to be rared and daily this dirge about her goes as villagers their drum beat and lyre blow forget not the story of the unfortunate widow who for the door, took the window and drank not from the spring of old age nor for her maternal labour achieved a wage

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Aug 23, 2013

Aug 23, 2013 at 7:05 AM UTC

leonard-akwo

The Unfortunate Widow

My dear, do you want to know why this stream shall never cease to flow why this countenance shall know no smile why in vain you realease torent of bile for eternity shall my face tarry behind the sun and ever shall be till this ugly scenario run cut off from every string joint to my mind to recall no more that gruesome day Limbeh turned a cadavar awaiting decay how my heart tremble while my tongue relates the incident that turned an early widow late the night before, cried a owl across at nightfall grandpa beheld and discerned the mysterious call tapped he my shoulder and opened his phangs look beyond the pregnant night in labour pangs waiting to birth a child as mysterious as the cry Ekumbo! May i live not to witness that melancholic night(he sighed) a thing unheard of in Aweh beyond countless centuries worth plunging a kingdom into an endless misery frightened, departed me with my ribs to my cradle to fall holdin his words to await he upon whom the lot shall fall so as the pregnant night did flipped departed then this poor widow to her field to gather bread for her fatherless kids then in agony their lips they bit as their eyes rained in torrent and their sobs grew even fervent when the fatal tiding was unleashed a thing which feared hearts and andrenaline released how she bent beneath a dry iroko gathering yam in her distant and lonely farm a branch uphigh cracked turned she to see the source of the crack behold a log fell on her skull pouring out what was left of her brain- all keeling rightward, she fell as her spirit transcended a plane beyond a place so gray, so blund now poor orphans, as poppies to be shared departed they to various kins to be rared and daily this dirge about her goes as villagers their drum beat and lyre blow forget not the story of the unfortunate widow who for the door, took the window and drank not from the spring of old age nor for her maternal labour achieved a wage

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These ides have kept me thus far Sustained, am I, eternal By their food of self-sacrifice The jester’s tasty wine Imbibing insults wrought by fool’ry Again, reciting the dirge for pride But the ides have kept me thus far. Despite the ru’nation Hoist! Ye ru’nous hands My repute in mortification A fool by their and my demands I see my shame, long shadow cast In light of sobriety Ignominy and truth of me Divorc’d n’er they be Still taste of cheap liquors, distilled society But the ides have kept me thus far. Full knowledge, have I The disservice I do Only time will heal the wound To shy away, acceptance is A lovely balm on par My image in tatters, though brazen I be The ides have kept me thus far Let them laugh, for I know they do Not to me, but within and among I am your entertainment The source of all your jeers My life, a blund’ring show I am an actor, my blight for years A part to play, it’s pleasing though To thrive upon your mocking and time Comforting knowledge, that A fixture, am I, your Thalia The ides have kept me thus far Erected austerity, enigmatic walls Fortifications around me Charged to keep the chaos in My heart, it truly calls I am not so noble As the sun will attest Know me as the ascetic, See the shrieking eccentric, Know me as the philosopher See my wit pathetic, Know what is outside is purely for show See that is internalized, is So ********* antithetic Each and every time I hide my face in shame My pride and my name, my actions did thus mar But I will heal, I always do The ides have kept me thus far This is my mantra, an empty cadence A mist to latch on to With every refrain of wretched debauchery Each weekend played anew Though I stay to bear the howl Of my dissonant, ugly hymn I listen to the hardened ones Their failures but a din I wish to change the thing I am At least to those who know I’ve heaved the chance to the icy mar Onto the cracking floe I feel the daggers of humiliation Plucking at each stitch I’ll just smile as though I like it For in effect I do But it’s becoming unbearable The walls beginning to bow Imperceptible, if my resolve she lasts Though this is nothing new But I’ll just grin and carry on, for The ides have kept me hitherto.

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Oct 4, 2013

Oct 4, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC

jp-goss

These Ides have kept Me Thus Far

These ides have kept me thus far Sustained, am I, eternal By their food of self-sacrifice The jester’s tasty wine Imbibing insults wrought by fool’ry Again, reciting the dirge for pride But the ides have kept me thus far. Despite the ru’nation Hoist! Ye ru’nous hands My repute in mortification A fool by their and my demands I see my shame, long shadow cast In light of sobriety Ignominy and truth of me Divorc’d n’er they be Still taste of cheap liquors, distilled society But the ides have kept me thus far. Full knowledge, have I The disservice I do Only time will heal the wound To shy away, acceptance is A lovely balm on par My image in tatters, though brazen I be The ides have kept me thus far Let them laugh, for I know they do Not to me, but within and among I am your entertainment The source of all your jeers My life, a blund’ring show I am an actor, my blight for years A part to play, it’s pleasing though To thrive upon your mocking and time Comforting knowledge, that A fixture, am I, your Thalia The ides have kept me thus far Erected austerity, enigmatic walls Fortifications around me Charged to keep the chaos in My heart, it truly calls I am not so noble As the sun will attest Know me as the ascetic, See the shrieking eccentric, Know me as the philosopher See my wit pathetic, Know what is outside is purely for show See that is internalized, is So ********* antithetic Each and every time I hide my face in shame My pride and my name, my actions did thus mar But I will heal, I always do The ides have kept me thus far This is my mantra, an empty cadence A mist to latch on to With every refrain of wretched debauchery Each weekend played anew Though I stay to bear the howl Of my dissonant, ugly hymn I listen to the hardened ones Their failures but a din I wish to change the thing I am At least to those who know I’ve heaved the chance to the icy mar Onto the cracking floe I feel the daggers of humiliation Plucking at each stitch I’ll just smile as though I like it For in effect I do But it’s becoming unbearable The walls beginning to bow Imperceptible, if my resolve she lasts Though this is nothing new But I’ll just grin and carry on, for The ides have kept me hitherto.

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in the far far far west amidst loone ****** lonesome forests lived princely a hero, an absolute zero in love affair fairy one day, a plaid a pledge he hung he hung he sang to slug chug unplug his heart to blund it blend it tender it in nature feast and there he went into the wild and there he found piled a mild a maiden of golden locks oh such a luck for suckers seekers who lived in loone ****** honey moons

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC

chimaera

ruined VHS tape

in the far far far west amidst loone ****** lonesome forests lived princely a hero, an absolute zero in love affair fairy one day, a plaid a pledge he hung he hung he sang to slug chug unplug his heart to blund it blend it tender it in nature feast and there he went into the wild and there he found piled a mild a maiden of golden locks oh such a luck for suckers seekers who lived in loone ****** honey moons

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