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"endeavoured" poems
The Banker's Fate They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They threatened its life with a railway-share; They charmed it with smiles and soap. And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new It was matter for general remark, Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view In his zeal to discover the Snark. But while he was seeking with thimbles and care, A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair, For he knew it was useless to fly. He offered large discount--he offered a cheque (Drawn "to bearer") for seven-pounds-ten: But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck And grabbed at the Banker again. Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws Went savagely snapping around-- He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped, Till fainting he fell to the ground. The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared Led on by that fear-stricken yell: And the Bellman remarked "It is just as I feared!" And solemnly tolled on his bell. He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace The least likeness to what he had been: While so great was the fright that his waistcoat turned white-- A wonderful thing to be seen! To the horror of all who were present that day, He uprose in full evening dress, And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say What his tongue could no longer express. Down he sank in a chair--ran his hands through his hair-- And chanted in mimsiest tones Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity, While he rattled a couple of bones. "Leave him here to his fate--it is getting so late!" The Bellman exclaimed in a fright. "We have lost half a day. Any further delay, And we sha'n't catch a Snark before night!"
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Fit the Seventh ( Hunting of the Snark )
The Banker's Fate They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They threatened its life with a railway-share; They charmed it with smiles and soap. And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new It was matter for general remark, Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view In his zeal to discover the Snark. But while he was seeking with thimbles and care, A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair, For he knew it was useless to fly. He offered large discount--he offered a cheque (Drawn "to bearer") for seven-pounds-ten: But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck And grabbed at the Banker again. Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws Went savagely snapping around-- He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped, Till fainting he fell to the ground. The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared Led on by that fear-stricken yell: And the Bellman remarked "It is just as I feared!" And solemnly tolled on his bell. He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace The least likeness to what he had been: While so great was the fright that his waistcoat turned white-- A wonderful thing to be seen! To the horror of all who were present that day, He uprose in full evening dress, And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say What his tongue could no longer express. Down he sank in a chair--ran his hands through his hair-- And chanted in mimsiest tones Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity, While he rattled a couple of bones. "Leave him here to his fate--it is getting so late!" The Bellman exclaimed in a fright. "We have lost half a day. Any further delay, And we sha'n't catch a Snark before night!"
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Lying teeth -          Creep                                 Dearer. - silence roars. The closer it contracts, further it draws away. Astonished to find You're still confined inside Your mind. Destroy the weaker and hide behind reticulum. In the realm of a hollow crown I absconded, endeavoured to uncover. I‘ve left myself behind, an inch beneath water                                      decorous A wisp of smoke as it climbs. Carry your shame, rise to the chime, an unfamiliar invitation. Bring your mind back around, around to this                                     callous. The room begins to gratify; You tax, obambulate,               depress.                                    diminished. Penduluming will never mollify,                            placate. The moment you appreciate,                Passing. - Treasure motive abhor being. Be succinct. Prove, Demonstrate.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
Proprioception
Egalitarianism I’ve preached this practice To its last final straw Respite I’ve hired the time The strongest of clocks Magnanimous You’ve endeavoured too It’s never true when you do Coercive I’ve attempted them all The mightiest of guns Vestibule You never did let me enter Probably knew I’d hide out Vertiginous Causation; I know it’s you To Induce; I flail barely flickering Transcendental I divide you into parts But your logic seems boundless Perennial I will continue to bloom Even after your harvest.
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Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
8 Words To Describe A Relationship
I pondered the thought of insanity Taking the time to weigh it all up Feeling the pressure of all consequence Should I slip up I began to sift through old recordings Stashed away in the hope of amnesia I dusted them off, anticipating But ready to begin For in those broken hours formed a lady Designed by an autistic artist Those flaws seemed so beautifully ***** Bringing flowers and gifts to her room I recognised her face in the photograph Much more dusty than ever before For the life of me I could not remember her name She was gorgeous I endeavoured to find out her meaning Her purpose, her lifestyle, her goals In reality, she never knew me Oh, but I knew her! Scratching below layer upon layer Stumbling numb towards truth Wanting so much, all those flowers And gifts in her room For in those broken hours formed a lady A woman romantically perfumed Weaving in and out of insanity Yet, always in truth
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
Lady
To say why I loved you would be challenging. I have endeavoured before, to grasp the ineffable But every peculiarity, however inscrutable enriches the cherishing I retain for your whole vitality. Like... The profound way you brandish your smile at me when, you catch me watching you for a second sustained too long
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Untitled
Now come to grip For grip to release And come to think For thought to appease I’ll be honest Not that I always try I haven’t felt much And it's been a little while Herein lies Brokenness personified It lingers that longing For a genuine taste of life These words I scribble down At the dawning of the night That fragile short moment Of our ripened reflections That we're all so endeavoured To steer clear and far from Now come to grip For grip to release And come to think For thought to appease
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Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 8:56 PM UTC
Come to Grip (2021)
My frequency in static I told my girl I'd see her, See her at the end of the night Prone to a lie, lovely-lovely I turn to the sky A billion engaging eyes stare back, Extras in this insanity Where am I? A place to go to Famously endeavoured to love you Expectations so high, I still stare towards the sky A tear, Something in my eye
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
High
To say why I loved you would be challenging. I have endeavoured before, to grasp the ineffable But every peculiarity, however inscrutable enriches the cherishing I retain for your whole vitality. Like... The profound way you brandish your smile at me when, you catch me watching you for a second sustained too long
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Untitled
I don't want to live for ever, Never, To clever for that. I don't want to work for the man, never, Signed up for that, I don't want no steady life Never, Endeavoured for that. I don't want to find treasure, Never, Got enough of that. I don't want to look better, Never, Too weathered for that. And I don't want to go sleep tonight, Never No, too leathered for that X
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
Do you want to live for ever?
Suspire heavily, 'tis a garden of demise. In amid of prolonged night it blooms. Sea of night shines long and bright, Methinks the stars are to blame. Under such folly the garden dwells. Nigh onto the envious dawn. I felt the velvety dews, Lying at peace over the willows. Owls of Minerva hoot unsung beauty. Vile are the fruits of life that demise withhold, Endeavoured with the phantom of false. Yes ‘tis our garden. Ornaments of life violate to death, Under this night where the cursed garden dwells.
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Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
Garden of demise
Every so often they would come in Turn the lights on and ask me questions Then record my responses Never showing emotion They only asked and observed Perhaps seaching for certain responses The room had no windows I could not truely tell If it was day or night My memories were blurred And with each passing test They only grew more clouded The observers returned again This time not asking But telling They told me things Both mundane and strange Supposed events and occurrences Whether they were in the future Or the distant past I did not know I listened to and answered The faceless observers For what seemed like days The time came When they seemed satisfied With the knowledge I had gained And they endeavoured To show me one final thing By wheeling out a simple mirror They faced it towards me And what I saw looking back Shocked me to my core In the dim relection I saw a strange machine With churning part and glowing orbs This machine was me Though I knew not how For it was not a form I recalled One of the larger observers explained I was the last intelligence Of a long extinct race In fact they told me I was the last individual intelligence In the universe For they were all part Of a greater hive mind That had absorbed all creation They planned to bring me Before that grand being itself Once preperations were made Silently and without emotion They left the room And turned the lights off again I was alone again I, the sole survivor Brought back from the oblivion Of an antiquated age To face the god of this one
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Alveare
Every so often they would come in Turn the lights on and ask me questions Then record my responses Never showing emotion They only asked and observed Perhaps seaching for certain responses The room had no windows I could not truely tell If it was day or night My memories were blurred And with each passing test They only grew more clouded The observers returned again This time not asking But telling They told me things Both mundane and strange Supposed events and occurrences Whether they were in the future Or the distant past I did not know I listened to and answered The faceless observers For what seemed like days The time came When they seemed satisfied With the knowledge I had gained And they endeavoured To show me one final thing By wheeling out a simple mirror They faced it towards me And what I saw looking back Shocked me to my core In the dim relection I saw a strange machine With churning part and glowing orbs This machine was me Though I knew not how For it was not a form I recalled One of the larger observers explained I was the last intelligence Of a long extinct race In fact they told me I was the last individual intelligence In the universe For they were all part Of a greater hive mind That had absorbed all creation They planned to bring me Before that grand being itself Once preperations were made Silently and without emotion They left the room And turned the lights off again I was alone again I, the sole survivor Brought back from the oblivion Of an antiquated age To face the god of this one
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You cannot see my pain, It is imbedded within me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t struggle. Sure, I can get around physically. But have you had your mind constantly stuck in a bubble? Where your thoughts don’t just come and go? And instead, They hit the walls around your head. But come right back because it’s all it knows? When your mind can not escape the traumatic events you have endeavoured, And you are often lead towards panic? So I ask, Have you had your mind constantly stuck in a bubble? Or are you psychologically quite magic?
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Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 5:42 AM UTC
Psychological
I know at the moment you cant see a good outcome arise But with given time you will be alright, you just need to realise Realise how special you are the caring, sharing soul you can be Let beauty on the outside shine that others don’t see I know you feel disgruntled you have wasted 5 long years At least that time taught you well to learn, nothing is as it appears Now is the time to take control make positive changes happen Good things do come to dreamers and to those who do imagine You must realise you were too good for him ruling and ruining your life Bringing only sorrow and trouble with endless amounts of strife Enjoy the feeling of being free, from confidents of a wasted time You are reaching that time in life, your now in your prime Must look to the future gladly and leave the past behind Mistakes are meant to be learnt from especially unkind times As your friend I can promise I’ll be there to keep you strong I’ll keep you in the right direction to point out if somethings wrong Please don’t dwell on failures you’ve recently endeavoured It’s vast improvement to your life with all ties are now severed Use failure as the building block to create a new life to start once more To find love that’s worth your devotion someone you truly can adore.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
I know at the moment times are hard
I've forgotten how to flow. To seamlessly merge one line with the next, Was once second-nature to me, But now I have lost that, Replaced with disjunction. Disconnected thoughts that, Just. Won't. Fit together in any kind of, Harmony or even agreement. Perhaps what I've said all along, Has destroyed me too: Poetry is the bleeding of the soul, Through the hand, Onto paper. But when the soul is confused, Angry, Discontent with itself, It follows that words won't, Follow on like they used to. This could be the most honest, Expression of my mind I've written, For a long time, Because I am not thinking, I am not binding myself to structure, Or a theme, Or an image. I'm just writing, Hoping that perhaps something, At least a little meaningful, Will be portrayed, Displayed, Maybe even admired, If luck smiles on these weary hands. I have never endeavoured to find myself through words, I prefer to be lost for words, For the sake of poetry, I can stop worrying, Just. For. A minute about who I am, Lose my inhibitions and scream, Scream onto the page or screen, That I am still alive, And I need not know more than that. So perhaps worrying about flow is pointless, Because perhaps that's just where I am at the moment, Somewhere a little less fluid, A bit rougher. And as I've reminded myself in tough times: Pens write better on a hard surface.
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
Lost for words
✒️Self forgiveness She woke alone lying naked her mattress bare except for the lonely echo of her beat-less heart A calendar void of any dates hung solemnly above her bed Invitations had gradually ceased to arrive no calls no letters no texts found their way in through her damp dark walls Years of guilt had led to a mountain of unwritten RSVPs as she hid her self-hatred from any that endeavoured to help Convinced By emptiness Convinced By a colossal Void Grown tough Evolved stern Solid Vacuous Dead Awoken By a softening tenderness that was not of her own She became still Her spirit Her soul Inhaled Exhaled Into her heart today was different somehow Today she felt the ocean waves whisper to her soul “Come to us and forgive” “Come to us, and forgive yourself” She felt the warmth from the tiny pebbles beneath her as she connected with nature She found her way back to her heart
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
Self forgiveness