"hymm" poems
Butter remained in the dish
even when liquid. An even
was the end of the day. Prophets
raised on corn flakes were more
then or loose crunchy. Seven
days were not remarkedly adventurous
in IT. "Am Eye Ah Clnoun?"
or,... "WHAT!"
The dude er romulynn,
stood up and breached a
sword across the mouth of
every line of miss oh genius
phret.
LYCANs actually have
a bagg for Crete, a steady lie
to put the tooth into.
Jesus is from Cremea'.
I said it.
Noisy as 'He 'will' be in here,
nice day too. The butter stayed
in the dish as a liquid. But
hot enough to melt butter.
I said it.
Enough proclivity to trace
50 cal rounds, cleaverer than
that, and totally was walken on
water. *** a matter of fact,
do not lie to me, I'll help hymm.
I said it.
Have a nice day. Maybe a better
written one tomorrow.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Thee gnome had called
hymm mein flatterer, then
an ape fight for quills, to be
or naught, hidden by a hive
patch of bramble. Do ordinance
iris search of apart theorhetic sea,
Adeiu mostly, can wearwolves
as sultry be known to chew
rawhide bones teethlesslee.
Gather by a dared deity
of A Roman's antiquity,
all of course to femine
posterity. An Aye for Aye,
a sythe to seize do naught
ii and cling. For better is yet
to OyYea' and I, causes instantly
be and bee.
cliche toupee'
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Stargazing cactus bloom
desert daydream
skipping salted stones
lost highway
The Mojave a light with
fire flowers
road side decor
for this age of weekend hotel floors
arid breeze
kissing us dizzy
gambled, addicted
visiting Mirage down in the valley below
city glow
dark hair,
light eyes
foreign tongue I love you so
Sweet tequila
lifted above the ground
spin me, spin me, that gleeful aquarius sheen
you're amazing
you're a light in my life, Casino Moonshine
switching gears, half eaten diner meals
roadside pitstops for broken windows
whistling wind
like a gilded finch.
Joshua trees from over Nordic seas
soft skin getting lucky 7 spins
tingling touch
dark lidded lust
euphoric hymm
it's him it's him it's him
orange sky
brusts bright
in my tired amphetamine eyes
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
Slayer plate time Quest heart ways, let hymm birds birth
Eye glisten turn toward stary set' letter
Ethers bedding point mother hue gowns bones lurch
Grave gracious bed thee warrant trim sent fetter
wake to thee ceiling gold adorns regretter
tis nor en-earth en-holy slumber ******
lay'er postion whence kit kist steady tremble
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Is the law then against the promises of God?
God forbid: for if there had been a law given which could have given life, verily righteousness should have been by the law.
Gallantly,
reading the promise
if though
the hero's that hold the
sacred rose.
The cape,
red and gold,
the legend of
the Talamud of old.
Bowing to break
the silence for to tell
the bull is the raposte
of the craft when
he snorts he guffs
scratching the surface
of the grave.
Braver and bolder
than the resting lore holds
the written tall lyric
of how bull fighters
speak to solem vows.
Did he or didnt he
warn the few
as the crowd revels
they reveal the truth.
To live or die by
the horns they hold.
A small last dance
to the left and right
the swirling
the sparrow and the robin
know
the footsteps between
the audience throws
the steps to flight
the steps to debt.
In between his teeth
he reveals, the color of
the flower to place on
the stones.
The bull
or the hero lies here.
A few turns
a few lies, a few more
moments before the bull
dies. To the clarity and
chagrin, the fighters
are the audience who
hold no pen. They
stream to hymm the very
step, the very step for the
win.
He snorts and shuffles,
looks to the crowd
the bull now knows
he is to die.
Choosen to
write the score
of the mused sick
audience sore.
And to these
days there are
laws that exist
to protect
the fortune
of the bold.
Authority, sword,
word in hand,
and by law
of this land
do we save
the bull because
we
are colder than
the bull's sin.
Trampled or true
the bull is free
untill the bull fighter
meets the
crowds revelry.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Down cobbles rose garland sways
still sweeet fox pollon
seep down alley ways
exhaust for-seen resource in shadow
wisk e-hers tinber lit darkness - ray-linear
Ultra violet ultra steep
o wains and candles
tis summer gleam & beneath tomorro unseen
O castle ablaze let side leave wake till dawn day breaks drawn arrow
Sea Aparts nor seperated dose stars leaves flower beswayed fairy
rings set... pon cusion
Jestered not geer'd ad-sole speech
Healerrs only hear to kKill
And angels hide in coast drift demons
and darkness impervise light
Sweet to kindle
Awe lonely hears
swoop and fain in wistle of nestle
math to flame
crossed goldenfields than adorn
& Spaninsh crux+, shall meet morn
settle anew conflict
will decide on hieght brother
conduct fist to system a sword
yours Shall swing on daymakers eventual deprive
bell to chime and hymm see rise & yawns
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
*Its sunday morning.
outside the open window
church bells lilt an old hymm.
i am wearing your shirt again
sipping a coffeee.
All seems familiar
even your smell is with me.
It is the only thing that
brings me comfort
since the sickness
won the final battle.
I pick up the telephone
dialing our number
again and again.
Just to hear
your voice once more.
I savour every nuance
and inflexion of you.
for a brief moment
you are with me again.
And comfort falls
like down feathers.
you ask me
to leave a message.
i whisper
i miss you honey.*
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC