"cossack" poems
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Someone had blundered:
Theirs was not to make reply,
Theirs was not to reason why,
Theirs was but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Sab'ring the gunners there,
Charging and army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunging in the battery smoke,
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not--
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that fought so well,
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of the six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
Oh, the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble Six Hundred!
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. i'm not an alcoholic, i'm an intermediating construct of blues... i think more about blank canvas i am to fill, than the next drink 'm about to have....
why give a dog's bollock's care
concerning yourself with
whst other other,
proper, "sober", sensible people
make of your?
i guess an inhibition of
a lost verse...
in poetry we call that a quais
take on a paragraph...
something akin to:
the same worth of the worth of
something worth losing...
get the drift?!
Clive Owen...
Denzel Washington,
Brian Molko...
now?
breed me, a ******* hybrid Q
your nag hammadi perfectionism!
you trans-gender
eucharist!
breed me an example
to my specification!
breed it!
show me the Frankenstein!
breed it!
i want wolf ***** "ingested"
in women subjects!
i, WANT, THEM!
you want the Frankenstein
monster?
first you need the mad doctor...
you have me...
cuffed and teasing!
i am,. dying to waake from
what is death, and what is death assured,
in the fork form of, shadow...
you, want, the monster...
i am giving your the antithesis
of the nameless
caricature of
what man's capability!
i need it, whatever "it", is...
i will not sleep till this "thing"
is awake in the womb
of my cognition...
and i know of its wake!
it's funeral a birth,
it's birth,
banshee screech!
the failed Polish
winged hussar charge against
the Ukranian Cossack upriing,
thick, in, mud...
i have the desires
to damage marking
banknotes...
Shelley will always outlast
the credibility of Austen...
Mary contra Jane...
horror...
Frankenstein monsters...
vampires...
werewolves...
she's the third of the canon!
you don't do that!
you can't do that!
but you did, do that!
there is a shadow of man,
he dares to call history
to contra the visage for the excuses
of journalism...
not here... not now...
as a young boy,
i dreamed of mingling the ***** of
wolves, being impregnated
in human females...
i guess, as a treat...
to alleviate
the existing product
of down syndrome'
what?
what is science?
if not the reinvigorated
perpetuation of
trans-categorical inquiry?
p.s. when i drink?
the last "thing" on my mind
is the activity of drinking,
notably, for socially unhinged
barriers to be broken...
i'm an anti-social drinker...
i hate conversation,
esp. when drinking...
a ******* desert,
when it comes to
the calorie intake!
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
*Cossack Cowboys
Riding Llamas
That they dress
In pink pajamas
Teeny boppers
Blowing bubbles
Biker chicks
Causing trouble
Nuns in Habits
Punks in chains
One or two
Of the deranged
Rubbing Buddha belly
Cravers
And the band
Harvey Danger
David Bowie
Elton John
Both of them
With Spacesuits on
Vegetarians
Eating chicken
Love it fried
Finger licking
In a line to
Meet and greet Obama
Now I wish
I'd brought my Mama
On the T.V.
Slicing, Dicing
Infomercials
Are enlightening
Lindsey Lohan
There's more trouble
Send the Police
On the double
Michael Jackson
With his monkey
Chandelier
Swinging junkies
Bottle Rocket
Ridding crickets
Dolly Parton
Doing dishes
Tubs of Crisco
Set for wrestling
Bee Gees do be
Disco dancing
With Bruce Jenner
Wearing makeup
Dolly's kitchen
Filled with soap suds
Rubber band
Bumper babies
Call me odd
Don't call me crazy
Shooting stars
Carry Uzis
Washed up stars
Drink beer in Koozies
Donnie Osmond
Singing show tunes
As Marie blows
Animal balloons
Circus Barkers
And their Minions
Waylon left us
Shooter Jennings
Heidi Klum
Without makeup
To say the least
She looks a bit rough
American flags
As rainbow banners
Peal, scratch, and sniff
Talking bananas
Hookha smoking
Manatees
Oh yea...
and then there's me
These are just a few of the things that lean
On the lamp post of my dreams*
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
The Cossack waves came pounding in,
Turquoise horses with silver manes;
Each one charged in their line to win,
The sand interred their cold remains;
The subtle evening stole away
The late possessions of the sun
Until the jasmine’s lush bouquet
Snuffed his light and left him none;
The summer seemed so sure and strong,
Foundations poured with molten steel
That set the blue so high so long
We felt secure in our Bastille.
Each wave, each day, each season comes,
And all of them seem strong, alone,
But every single one succumbs;
Beneath each lovely face, the bone.
Every day, each moment, brings
The changes we might curse or bless,
But all the while the heart-beat sings:
“One less, one less, one less, one less.”
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 6:00 PM UTC
The sky is a giant gramophone of the valley flowers.
from a brooding repertoire of pin-disks
singing to me in the hymns rumbling out song
This late dusk, I am the last sheep that
got lost from the herd, now heading across the pass
in the hope of finding my home.
All my life is on trial now. You are all the people
here and I am in the dock. All that I have been
brings me here. I see amused eyes, and eyes
of suspicion. I know them eyes, these are your eyes
these are your people, and I know you.
To learn our language? I see dispersal, dismissal.
trying, to learn your language. twirling in the men.
I see disinterest. Girl from the high country
I see your moustache don't learn languages no more.
I see laughter, Yes that is what I have been
Oh my holy heavens, that I see home in those eyes.
And I said, hallelujah. at the edges painted red.
have come misty-eyed And they said, come with us.
There is a hope for home. A hearth here, not on flat.
On a slope, I have to found what I could a fire there.
Now I be over and laughter, all my hopes Moist corners
ancient tongues speaking to my soul. from this far land
come alive in tending to the home, embers break
a Cossack girl where you and the children live.
The rainbow carries, moments of reflections unlocking
to those distant shores and tears like mist and rain.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Little brown boys in knee pants
Single file.
Marching forward in reverence and godfear.
Genuflect on left knee.
File in and sit in wooden pews.
Whispering hope resounds irreverently.
on hallowed walls
each word an affront to god.
How do I know?
The sisters told us so.
every Friday. " bless me father for I have sinned"
seven year old. " really".
Crucified idol nailed to a cross.
Kneeling on knobby knees.
conjuring sins.
Ten our fathers and ten hail marys.
neutered males living in denial.
concealed desires cloaked in a Cossack.
cloistered women.
hiding in a habit.
who is ******** whom.
I was ten and the birds and bees
cows and horses, Friends and neighbors
unpulled the wool .
Had to scratch my head a lot
in those formative years.
The Vatican?
First world power.
Inquisitor's tower.
O.K. burn me at the stake.
Heretic.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.?
No. Divinity has a window.
but small.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
2
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
3
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
4
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
5
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
6
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made,
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
Across this green and verdant land
Atop the snow capped reaches high,
Shadows lengthen as the sun
Descends in golden strata sky.
Alone I sit on granite stone
Contemplating nature’s gold
Why then, is my mood so dark?
Why then do I feel, so old?
I caste my mind across the sea
To continents adrift and lost
Where war and famine grow unchecked,
Where we, afar, won’t count the cost.
Where we who dwell in peaceful air
Rescind concern for they who bleed,
In Syria’s protracted scream
Or under Russian jackboot greed.
Where we who dwell in peaceful air
Withhold our roar of hot retort,
Who turn the other cheek to look
Away from honour’s last resort.
Where politic’s impotent bleat
Of sanctions threat for Cossack cheek
A nervous holding hand depicts
The West’s resolve is proven weak.
Instigators, born of wealth
And power, seeking more and more,
Manipulating Putin and Obama's
Calculated Chess game score.
We who watch with no comment
In green surround and peaceful sky
Now turn to look the other way
As they in distant places die.
Do we come to terms with this,
This dereliction born of loss?
Across the globe this dirth of care,
Humanity's lead albatross?
M.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
we don't live in times
likened to a nearby 1cm off
renaissance painters
with patrons as noble as the popes,
we live in times where
free art flows, free art as free
among starving people,
as free as sea water, as free
as candlesticks among electric
shrapnel sparks, in a time
when no bothersome brine
of full-time takes the telescope
to see more stars that are plentiful
already to eden's sacrifice of nakedness
(sign-of-the-cross missing crucifix blaspheme
all authority);
we live in times where no complete
artist exists, instead artists with
full-time jobs tying them down
to originally stated profession for a
date (lawyer, surgeon, chemist, etc.)
& **** art has become 2nd grade karaoke
if no worse hara-kiri would-be sway of
a forgotten decapitation - of a disembowel'ed satyr
when a martyr would do a due icon for the
urban and shrinking wheat field arable populace
kneeling;
in st. petersburg i was told to stand up
when listening to a choir,
once in catholic school i yawned during our father
and was held in detention for an hour,
then paddy came along and said: martin luther -
so i said sweden in suede and it became the origin
of quebec: came the rain of applause.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
most of the time i'm like:
do i have to?
no, seriously,
do i have to?
there's boney m
in the background
and i'm like:
can i just be a pacified
"homosexual", i mean,
it would be great,
but i'm not really into it,
and hence you're being
so politically correct,
can i be laid off from
the awaiting-marriage gang
of hopefuls?
let me off, become a surrogate mother
or just get a ***** donor,
i really can't be bothered with
a care for floral arrangements
and care to remember birthdays and
cheap valentines in all-you-can-eat buffets
of chinese restaurants.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
From old women, though they have a name;
This is not true, despite their knowledge
For women; Judge if you can bring it, if not?
On the other side. Instructions: Women
And John, he sits on the mahogany plane
If a girl is a girl, a girl is a ****** wait;
Girls, girls, girls? same philosophy
Revelation reported on women and children
In the camp, Oregon and other birds? export
all the young have the grrrls at the same time
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and other birds? Export all titles and mothers,
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For women; Judge if you can bring it, if not?
On the other side. Instructions: Women
And John, he sits on the mahogany plane
If a girl is a girl, a girl is a ****** wait;
Girls, girls, girls? same philosophy
Revelation reported on women and children
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And John, he sits on a mahogany plane
If a girl is a girl, then a girl is ****** wait;
Girls, girls, girls? Same vision
The publication reports on women and children
In camp, Oregon and other birds? Export
All the youth under grrrls at the same time
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According to God, there are sixteen year old women
View sign should end; God, I pray
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For those who do not, "Inaso and John,
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And other birds? Export all titles and moms,
But when you go, but young
Have grrrls at the same time
Apple Computer is one of the following:
According to God, sixteen years old,
See that the mark should end; God, I pray
AACC, Canada, USA Matt, Matt, San Diego;
Robert Burns, Kosak Fire Arch, São Paulo, India
Robert Blake and Spain, Asia, Italy,
Anthony Canada Madras Black Safari
USA, Pakistan and Tajikistan Personal Society -
Irish - URA from old women, though this name;
This is true; For the purchase of five
and seven women; Judge if you can bring it, if not?
other side. Instructions: Women
And John, he sits on a mahogany plane
If a girl is a girl, then a girl is ****** wait;
Girls, girls, girls? Same vision
The publication reports on women
and Children at Camp Oregon and other birds?
Export all the young men who can get the grrrls
According to god; God, I pray
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
the focal point of integrating into
english society
is learning how to have comic
value via sarcasm...
bananas are gay!
what?!
they're bent!
show me a straight banana...
i don't mind abnomartalities
in other fruits or veg...
sure, cucumbers are straight,
and gherkins are bent,
sickle, communist, islamic,
crescent moon...
wait, wait wait a minute,
i thought you asked me to incorporate
into your culture?
don't get the joke all of a sudden?
can't be english then, even
if you're english...
oh right, not enough *** / whiskey
running in your bloodstream...
go into the toilet and puke some kebab bits
out... i'm going to have another
shot with this cossack friend of time...
shore ahoy! "tipsy" sailor!
in the gutter of a ****** or kissing
the ropes with a ****** loverboy...
**** the planks float, shit's fine with me,
just don't you try to get it in my face,
i'm cool with it coming near my shoes...
but that's the limit, matey.
once again,
show me a straight banana,
and i'll show you pear curvatures in
an apple,
and a mohican on a pineapple's tip
that's frizzy-afro hedgehog punk.
******* bonkers ********
you'd get more febreeze cool
shouting: torro! torro!
at nothing more than your own shadow
impressed against a brick wall.
- yo! brin'g'ah m'eh a'h boo'ket 'oath a'h
tick-tack-toes!
- huh?
- t'oh-m'ah-twos!
- tomatoes.
- y'ah tum-tums.
- yeah, because a bunch of tomatoe throwing
spanish freaks will **** that bull,
when the toredor's blades didn't.
- mon!
- wha'?
- shee won' b' e noo'veil...
- **** me, i wasn't into hemingway anyway,
the guy fish merlins off the coast
of cuba, for all i care;
i'd too take to a death in the afternoon,
his finest "book",
a shot of absinthe in a flute of champagne;
i swear i almost mentioned veal.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
My legs burn, my teeth bite into chain-steel,
The lever of a radius - my wheel.
I am attached on many levels to allow
Acceleration and braking, only through pedals.
Life seems a fiery time-lapse of lights
As I feel evolved - my air is spiked.
The rush of risk, driving me to live, move.
Distilled liquor of Man's ingenuity propels me.
Tube, link, cog, chain, lock-ring, cork, alloy.
A bicycle Cossack charging the marauder, lines of
Barbarians keeping their metal defences high.
Red is blood. Green is grass. All new symbology lost.
I flow like water, mind at once empty
And full of flashing, raw animal intensity -
Sixth sense turned up to eleven
A roadblock turns and steps, I see it in slow-mo.
Harrods Hamleys tourist, an alien unprepared
I predict, see, smell and react - thinking for them, too.
Before I am ever registered, a shadow: I am gone
Trickled away through gnarled city fingers.
My strides geared by a loved machine
Into motion at once manic and serene.
Gritty, visceral yet wrapped in velvet cloth
Beauty, tradition, belonging and souplesse.
I am a working rider on a crest of euphoria.
A day-full of rain slides easily off my skin,
As limited others forget how waterproof they are
And deny gifts of movement and life. And riding.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC