"ille" poems
covered in flies only the letters KYLIN ILLE were seen. ripped corners of grease, caved in drooping. the way the ants ran, weak to the prophesied speaker. gathered around the mushed manifesto, soaking extensively in the intrigue of carelessness. Ravishing.
Only by the absence of thought could I stumble onto the moments before the drop off. a blurred glance at the road, a swipe of unclean against deep blue. easy strides and a weighted spine. in the vacancy of worries a quick glare to the sun, a double checking of unexpected, brisk anger.
Your slip n slide fingers, loud mouth cowards. faltering in the responsibility of a finished task.
Down dipped merry words of toxic proclamation, viewed by your carefree t-shirt, openly believing it has all the time in the world before it splats against the static concrete
and spoils
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
Silence is a language that does not exclude,
it is filled with your words more absurd
and leaves you so far that you do not know where you are.
Forgetfulness is a sign
shared between indifference and boredom.
vul
www.funderiadeideas.com
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
ILLE QVI VNICVS DEBELLATOR PROSTRATO REGE VNIVERSI
HARVM IGITVR ENTIVM IGNEA CELEBRANTVR SYMBOLA
VLTIO EXTRAMVNDANI VIRI VENI MIHI ALTA EREBO
DVM BELLI LIBER SCVTO IMPERAVIT IPSE TEMPLVM
MALA FVLMINE INFAMIA PERIT MVNDI VICTA
VINDEX XYSTO DÆMON ΞIΦEI
AVSONIÆ TENENS ROSAM CHALYBE RVBRAM.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 8:48 AM UTC
I espy
Three people wandering around
through the busy hubbub
Of the Old Town
They have four parrots
Perched, upon their shoulders
I hope they don't poo
Anything that smoulders
"Give me a gottle of geer!"
Said an invisible parrot
In my right ear
I leapt from my seat
Much alarmed
And checked myself
But remained unharmed
Not wanting to be seen
Talking
To an invisible parrot
That was now squawking
That no-one else could hear
This invisible parrot
Squawking in my ear
"It's okay" said the parrot
"I can hear what you think"
"I like you in blue"
"But prefer you in pink!"
"Well" thought i
Feeling a little shy
"There's nothing i can do"
"As i have no pink dye"
"And besides, i prefer rainbows!"
"From my head"
"Right down to my toes!"
"Including your pinkies?"
Said the parrot in jest
I laughed out loud
in front of a crowd
So i left the Ille Cafe
As was now to embarrassed to stay
As the invisible parrot
Simply flew away!
by Jemia
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 9:57 AM UTC