"calamax" poems
"And her, and her lime green hair
Calamax, oh Calamax:
The sister fair.
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She estranged
From her throne
Had thoughts, and thoughts
Her neighbors grown
To runaway
To newfound grass
Intermediate memory
So she passed.
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Flighty and light
Her steps were made,
Made meaningless strides
Eventually which dug her grave.
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In time she added
All she did need
Every each day
She found feed,
Foal she was
Foolish and dirt
Likely to lose.
Her life-
Inert.
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In path she was
To kingdom fame
To find reknown,
In gold so vein,
In this it was
And always will be
A forigen concept,
To the narrator: me.
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"Calamax,
Your beauty full,
Come to home
Our cart to pull."
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"Calamax,
We entreat you so
Rest with us,
A new home we'll be-
Stay and see."
This: their words,
Their strategy.
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And soon she lay
Upon the road
The same she traveled
To escape ailing abode
In deep well she was
In cast: sad lot
Her feet bare, breathing stop.
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Her talent took
Her far away
From family,
And daybreak smell
Sold upon
Life's errs and cracks
Her soul we mourn:
Oh, Calamax!"
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC