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"imperially" poems
I To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a bog-burst, A **** breaking open the ferny bed. Your back is a firm line of eastern coast And arms and legs are thrown Beyond your gradual hills. I caress The heaving province where our past has grown. I am the tall kingdom over your shoulder That you would neither cajole nor ignore. Conquest is a lie. I grow older Conceding your half-independent shore Within whose borders now my legacy Culminates inexorably. II And I am still imperially Male, leaving you with pain, The rending process in the colony, The battering ram, the boom burst from within. The act sprouted an obsinate fifth column Whose stance is growing unilateral. His heart beneath your heart is a wardrum Mustering force. His parasitical And ignorant little fists already Beat at your borders and I know they're cocked At me across the water. No treaty I foresee will salve completely your tracked And stretchmarked body, the big pain That leaves you raw, like opened ground, again
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Act of Union
Rotating bodies, confusion of sound Negative imagery holding us down Social delusion, clearly constructed Human condition, morals corrupted Trapped in reaction, lawlessness, war Dissatisfaction from bowels to core Devils technology, strategy for Human mythologies, urban folklore Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure Wicked theology robbing the poor Scheme demonology mislead the pure Strict and strategically, studying war Light shown in darkness, image exposed Few can see through the new emperor's clothes Lustful this hussle turns humans to hoes When the blind lead the blind Just more trouble and woes It's the mind that they chose It's designed to stay closed Standards of jokers, court just a logic Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college Primitive man with civilised knowledge System collapse and he still won't acknowledge God is the saviour, studies behaviour Trying to fix the mind that he gave ya Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds Wishing their problems were all in their heads Moral dilemma, pride is the root Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead Imperially led, by the gods in their head Motives and thoughts Industrial wealth Global economy, in for itself Heart full of madness, covered with kind Pleasure designed to take over your mind Furnished in godliness, painted in good This talented priesthood got real saints misunderstood While classes in government, set up the veil And cultivate minds for more mythical tales Typical Hollywood follies good girl While vice and corruption take over the world Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts Blind with the wickedness deep in your heart Modern day wickedness is all you've been taught Lied to your neighbours, so you get ahead Modern day trickery is all you've been fed Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
Lauren Hill - Motives and Thoughts.
Rotating bodies, confusion of sound Negative imagery holding us down Social delusion, clearly constructed Human condition, morals corrupted Trapped in reaction, lawlessness, war Dissatisfaction from bowels to core Devils technology, strategy for Human mythologies, urban folklore Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure Wicked theology robbing the poor Scheme demonology mislead the pure Strict and strategically, studying war Light shown in darkness, image exposed Few can see through the new emperor's clothes Lustful this hussle turns humans to hoes When the blind lead the blind Just more trouble and woes It's the mind that they chose It's designed to stay closed Standards of jokers, court just a logic Sick looking cosmics, from schoolyards to college Primitive man with civilised knowledge System collapse and he still won't acknowledge God is the saviour, studies behaviour Trying to fix the mind that he gave ya Stiff-necked scholars on prescription meds Wishing their problems were all in their heads Moral dilemma, pride is the root Misguided from youth, heart divided from truth Egyptians and Grecians, spiritually dead Imperially led, by the gods in their head Motives and thoughts Industrial wealth Global economy, in for itself Heart full of madness, covered with kind Pleasure designed to take over your mind Furnished in godliness, painted in good This talented priesthood got real saints misunderstood While classes in government, set up the veil And cultivate minds for more mythical tales Typical Hollywood follies good girl While vice and corruption take over the world Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts Blind with the wickedness deep in your heart Modern day wickedness is all you've been taught Lied to your neighbours, so you get ahead Modern day trickery is all you've been fed Motives and thoughts Check your motives and thoughts
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The colour of addiction, Transparent, Translucent, Visual in ***** dreamers, Black minute slivers, Black graphite, Waxy as moon rises, Poisonous, She's a lush, One on one, She's out to steal your heart, Corrupt you, She's all out to catch you, Hook line and sinker, Product of a clever thinker, Wants to make a buck, **** some b****er with his muck, Such evil ***** Mischievous tinker, I met her on my way, Played just once in steep stupidity, She was lovely, Delicious head fodder, Chasing on as dragon dancers spewed their guts, I was sensible, Tried her once,on one occasion, First was last, Then I forgot her! Never ever, No more to dabble, With her heart so fetching, As such effect 'Smack' has! She'll leave you wretched, Retching, While strolling on air, Your feet , Well, the floor's not touching, Head floats imperially, Impervious to her stranglehold, She is cruel, Don't visit her, Be not a fool, ****** in any guise, She's so f**King uncool! By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
***** (Adult Content, some Expletives)
(This poem posted in tribute to the life &memory; of Robin Williams...Rest in Peace) Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich - yes, richer than a king - And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. (Edwin Arlington Robinson)
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
Richard Cory (by E A Robinson)
I met a guy and I instantly liked him He was tall, good looking and imperially slim His moustache dragged sideways to his cheek He talked quietly and was infinitely meek The next day, I went to see him at work I learnt he had never been there I thought it was a simple case of bad luck He had probably meant elsewhere I set out for his home to find It was a cute, little bungalow I saw a little girl peep from behind; A pretty lady looked through the window I stood on the empty threshold Staggering my way out of this jam Me? When had I gotten to be so bold? I was now practically "the other woman".
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
The Other Woman
Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich—yes, richer than a king— And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. ሪቻርድ ኮሪ ሪቻርድ ኮሪ ቁልቁል ወደ ከተማ ሲወርድ፣ ሆነን በእግረኛው መንገድ እናየው ነበር:: ከጫማው ሶል እስከራሱ፣ ተክለሰውነቱ፣ ቀጭን ጌታ እንደንጉሱ፣ ሁሌ ድንቅ አለጫጭ አለባበሱ! ብንደምረውም ከኛው ጎራ ‹‹እንደምን አደራችሁ!›› ሲል የቃል አወጣጥ ስልቱ፣ አቤት ማስደሰቱ፣ ድንቅ አረማመዱ አክሂያዱ! በጣም ሃብታም--ከሃብታምም ሃብታም፣ የንጉሱም ሃብት ከሱ አይጠጋም-- አስፈላጊውን ትምህርተ ሁሉ የቀሰመ በእውቀቱ ያስደመመ፡፡ በአዘቦት፣ሁሉም ሃሴት የተሟላለት ‹‹ምነው በሱ ቦታ በሆንን!›› ብለን የሱን እጣ ሽተን እናም በለት ስራችን ተጠምደን ብሩህ ተስፋ ሰንቀን ስጋ ተነፍገን ዳቦን እረገምን! ሪቻርድ ኮሪ አንድ ጸጥ ያለ ምሽት ገብቶ ቤቱ አኖረ ጥይት በራሱ ጭንቅላት!//
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Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC
Richard Cory/ By Edwin Arlington Robinson/Translation in Amharic/ሪቻርድ ኮሪ/Alem Hailu
Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich—yes, richer than a king— And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. ሪቻርድ ኮሪ ሪቻርድ ኮሪ ቁልቁል ወደ ከተማ ሲወርድ፣ ሆነን በእግረኛው መንገድ እናየው ነበር:: ከጫማው ሶል እስከራሱ፣ ተክለሰውነቱ፣ ቀጭን ጌታ እንደንጉሱ፣ ሁሌ ድንቅ አለጫጭ አለባበሱ! ብንደምረውም ከኛው ጎራ ‹‹እንደምን አደራችሁ!›› ሲል የቃል አወጣጥ ስልቱ፣ አቤት ማስደሰቱ፣ ድንቅ አረማመዱ አክሂያዱ! በጣም ሃብታም--ከሃብታምም ሃብታም፣ የንጉሱም ሃብት ከሱ አይጠጋም-- አስፈላጊውን ትምህርተ ሁሉ የቀሰመ በእውቀቱ ያስደመመ፡፡ በአዘቦት፣ሁሉም ሃሴት የተሟላለት ‹‹ምነው በሱ ቦታ በሆንን!›› ብለን የሱን እጣ ሽተን እናም በለት ስራችን ተጠምደን ብሩህ ተስፋ ሰንቀን ስጋ ተነፍገን ዳቦን እረገምን! ሪቻርድ ኮሪ አንድ ጸጥ ያለ ምሽት ገብቶ ቤቱ አኖረ ጥይት በራሱ ጭንቅላት!//
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Coronation of a Princess To elevate a Queen, To raise aloft a Monarch Who shall rule to seem as seen, Who shall treat with due decorum Her loyal subjects and her Crown And adjudicate all personal preference, Severely, not to let them down. She shall marry into Royalty Thence to breed a stately brood Who shall tread the path of unctuousness Avoiding steps into the rude. Her decisions shall be just and fair Her politics unseen And whilst riding with nobility Her associations shall be clean. For she is known now as “Her Majesty” And as such, she shall remain Aloof from all conjecture, And removed from callow fame. Forever worshipped as our Monarch And though imprisoned by her scene, Imperially shall her smile shine bright When sung….”God Save the Queen”. God Save the Queen! M. 27 April 2015
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Majesty
by E. A. Robinson WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich—yes, richer than a king, And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Richard Corey