"gret" poems
Jim and Jill on market day
Watch a gret ol' bull hev his way
"Do you look at that now Jim,
Why can't you be more like him?"
"Well," said Jim, "there's a difference now-
He don't stick to the same old cow."
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC
Days like today,
make it hard,
hard to stay on track,
so hard to keep on moving
and hard to not look back.
Days like today remind me,
that only I'm to blame,
For all of the mistakes I've made,
creating all this shame!
This day it only makes me re-gret,
some things I have done,
Pretending I'm the person that,
I'm trying to become!
Fooling those around me and,
convincing them a lie.
These aren't my true intentions,
but some things I still do hide.
I dream the day that I am changed,
and do not have to run,
or pretend that I am someone else,
and foolish me is done!
It's pride I want in knowing that,
I'm loved for being me,
not judged in my confusion or
accused in some degree.
If I could start this life again,
the chance I'd pass it by.
I know not much would really change,
no point to even try.
If I could cut away right now,
this ugly part from me,
the part that hurts us all the most,
that no one else can see,
To cut my human nature out,
to stop all of the pain,
I'd only hand the knife to you,
cause I've caused you the same!
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 8:56 AM UTC
regret
[ri-gret]
/rɪˈɡrɛt/
noun. the lump in your throat that arrived when she left
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Rejection
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Your beauty from your heart has so erased
Pity, that it’s useless to complain;
For Pride now holds your mercy by a chain.
I’m guiltless, yet my sentence has been passed.
I tell you truly, needless now to feign:
Your beauty from your heart has so erased
Pity, that it’s useless to complain.
Alas, that Nature in your face compassed
Such beauty, that no man may hope attain
To mercy, though he perish from the pain;
Your beauty from your heart has so erased
Pity, that it’s useless to complain;
For Pride now holds your mercy by a chain.
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Original text:
So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced
Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;
For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.
Giltles my deth thus han ye me purchaced;
I sey yow soth, me nedeth not to feyne;
So hath your beaute fro your herle chaced
Pilee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne
Allas! that nature hath in yow compassed
So gret beaute, that no man may atteyne
To mercy, though he sterve for the peyne.
So hath your beaute fro your herte chaced
Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;
For daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:00 AM UTC
Let us dance:
Your black hole-shoes in my direction,
one step
your hand of fire wants to give affection
two step
I whirl around, gently, steady
shoes with stars all sparkled and ready
three step step
stop. bow/curtsy.
My hair shines and lights like a sun with curls
my dress is white with thousands of sea pearls
four step step
Your suit of death smells like cold, black bones
and when you swing, your hips are like gravestones
stop. step.
Macabre. Glare. The way your eyeballs stare.
I didn't even know how I could dare
to dance floor with Mr. Perished share.
The Allegorical Dance of Death
a dance scare.
Now my hands begin to sweat. I feel regret.
Re-gret gret, Re-gret gret, Re-gret.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC