"descendeth" poems
*A Poeme from ye Penne of
ye right learned Professor Peter Buttocke
collected by hysse Pupille Edna*
There is an ancient Shittah in my Garden, eldritch and right dun in alle Aspect
Wherein dwelleth a loude and noisome Ouzel, ye like of which I have ne'er yet seen
Under thysse our goode Goddes fayre Welkin up in ye Skye above us alle.
This foule and unwholesome Beeste, with trespassynge shote-like ****** Effusiones
Hath performed ye veritable Antithesis of kindly horticultural Edulcoration
For whiche Sinne I shall emasculate ye Brute, so God may grant me Pow'r.
Sudating at ye Nostrilles I advance, my trustie Stang at ye ever-ready,
And I prepare to eject it from yon Pollard, having previous shattered
Alle its horryd Frangibles with one brave bolde frampold Blowe.
Thwacke! A last Piffero-reminiscent Warble escapeth loude from its fowle coronoid Appendage;
Right severe Damage and harsh fatal Ruine of Nature irreversible have I caused
To ye shaggie shamelesse little avian Runte, whereon Goddes smile hath ne'er dawned.
Thus descendeth it to the Faeces-bedecked Herdwick, and I titubate triumph'lly o'er its conticent Corpse.
And were there yet a duodenary Set of ye Frass-Depositors, I would not give a Demi-Testrel for their Survyvall
Should they e'er again infringe the sacred Privacie whych ye ancient Shittah enjoyeth in my Garden.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
As dusk settles into her short lived throne
Night waits in the sky ready to cover the world,
In her utter darkness
The sun fights for those last rays
Clinging onto the orb
Trying to hold onto his lofty reign
But alas night descendeth on the Earth
His shroud covering the heavens
The stars puncture through the inky blackness
The moon rises and gives light to all that prowl
Night reigns with a mighty fist and lingers almost endlessly
Every little shadow is hers
Every cave she claims
As the sun struggles into the sky once again
Helios driving his fiery chariot
Night goes willingly knowing she has left her mark upon this globe
For night has always been...
But always, always, always there is a shimmer of hope in our hearts
And in the world there shines the population with life so vital and
So glorious that night can never truly win
Once night ruled the sky and the very air we breath
with a cold iron first
******* all that was life from the world
But the light has come and with him comes his
Resonating, clear hope into the world and
Into the souls of the people
Light, life. and hope intertwined
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
When eve's dark hand descendeth, dropping,
Where fancies creep and whisperings invite to linger here,
She sits upon waters gray as stone,
Veiled in thought, the world stunned and far from here.
The pond gives back lights from ****** and vain,
A whirl of gold, a promise of delight,
But underneath the green and brooding quiet
Lie unrevealed secrets, and unbetrayed fates disposed.
She sits calm, a word unspoken
In mind, peace to stay and be given.
City noises, music so far,
But here she'll reside, peace recovered.
The furrowed brow in contemplation,
Of bygone days, of union.
World so big now—
But all that it contains is here, within.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC