"motherlands" poems - Hello Poetry

Rustle in the leaves, tussle with the vines, afoot in the tree of life, the gutsy snake coiling, Raddled and rattled with mans sin, Divulgence to the loner who cherished the fruit, in the dusky orange red skies which brought in the adhen and from the tolling bells in the distant church , While the snake lolloped in the stark blue skies, Manipulating this oppo for the abyss. The wandering seam of the night,moon, With flickering light forbade the seance on the seemlessly never ending night, Pity the snake for another morn would rise For it will have to go to the *** ,no the pit. The ***** and cuckoo within cooee , chanted and coerced another morn out ! Following the sun like the grail, the people lounged in to the waters of the ganges. While broods of hurted children huddled in hate, hurling stones at the traitor. Hauling the renegade into the throngs, Hunnish hands assaulted him until he swooned in to the motherlands lap, Hue and cry of the avengers brought in the tripper, Heavy loads hugged on to his shoulders, In poise words he spoke, ''for every creation has its flaws, And when we batter on the withered soul, It leaves the barren man dry again, To ward off evil is like blowing into the forges of Vulcan, And only when tests and temptations are burnt in the bonfires of joy, will man be moulded into a joyous being'' Hissing whisphers from the crowd spoke, Heresy of the tripper is the hold, Hasten yourself and bring our brother medication, Hunt down the snake will we, For this vagabond has spoken in verses, Only to be filed in the trippers travelogue. Hushed up as the snake in the pit.

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May 20, 2012

May 20, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC

allan-harold-rex

the trippers travelogue

Rustle in the leaves, tussle with the vines, afoot in the tree of life, the gutsy snake coiling, Raddled and rattled with mans sin, Divulgence to the loner who cherished the fruit, in the dusky orange red skies which brought in the adhen and from the tolling bells in the distant church , While the snake lolloped in the stark blue skies, Manipulating this oppo for the abyss. The wandering seam of the night,moon, With flickering light forbade the seance on the seemlessly never ending night, Pity the snake for another morn would rise For it will have to go to the *** ,no the pit. The ***** and cuckoo within cooee , chanted and coerced another morn out ! Following the sun like the grail, the people lounged in to the waters of the ganges. While broods of hurted children huddled in hate, hurling stones at the traitor. Hauling the renegade into the throngs, Hunnish hands assaulted him until he swooned in to the motherlands lap, Hue and cry of the avengers brought in the tripper, Heavy loads hugged on to his shoulders, In poise words he spoke, ''for every creation has its flaws, And when we batter on the withered soul, It leaves the barren man dry again, To ward off evil is like blowing into the forges of Vulcan, And only when tests and temptations are burnt in the bonfires of joy, will man be moulded into a joyous being'' Hissing whisphers from the crowd spoke, Heresy of the tripper is the hold, Hasten yourself and bring our brother medication, Hunt down the snake will we, For this vagabond has spoken in verses, Only to be filed in the trippers travelogue. Hushed up as the snake in the pit.

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All of my empathy all the works of Shakespeare definitions and explanations all the the things we shouldn't fear The writing of Gandhi all the poems of hope and cheer the machinations of history both old and newer gears A Mother's love, a Father's faith and innocence held dear knowledge of oceans, sea and lands before they disappear Great art and greater science plant and animal, DNA all the worldly knowledge before, it goes away Memories of forefathers, and motherlands wonders of our sphere But most of all, I wish to include recipes, for beer

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Jan 26, 2017

Jan 26, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

**** good idea, every Time capsule

All of my empathy all the works of Shakespeare definitions and explanations all the the things we shouldn't fear The writing of Gandhi all the poems of hope and cheer the machinations of history both old and newer gears A Mother's love, a Father's faith and innocence held dear knowledge of oceans, sea and lands before they disappear Great art and greater science plant and animal, DNA all the worldly knowledge before, it goes away Memories of forefathers, and motherlands wonders of our sphere But most of all, I wish to include recipes, for beer

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WANDERING THOUGHTS hold that drop of water , lest it flow away, my throat is burning ,but your wound is fresh, You need it, if you were to stay. The cold air is piercing my face I have no means to convey... That you must hold that drop in the palm of your hand, that i wish for you to stay. I scan your face,but i see no feeling. i search the horizon ,but see not a soul. I have never been so furtive, the glances i am stealing... I gently close,narrowly tread when the road bends toward the unknown, Sunder-bans and freezing peaks and the golden Indian shore. A land not just of snake charmers , of beauty, of galore . I stand alone you by my side but still not there to be ' While you scream in myriad tongues , i don't understand the words you utter, But this is our story, We're lost, we're found... the globe the map of our minds, yet we've never been wronged, by each other, by home , by our motherlands Cause i'm a vagrant, you a vagabond.

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Nov 16, 2015

Nov 16, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC

sara-trif-fonte

Untitled

WANDERING THOUGHTS hold that drop of water , lest it flow away, my throat is burning ,but your wound is fresh, You need it, if you were to stay. The cold air is piercing my face I have no means to convey... That you must hold that drop in the palm of your hand, that i wish for you to stay. I scan your face,but i see no feeling. i search the horizon ,but see not a soul. I have never been so furtive, the glances i am stealing... I gently close,narrowly tread when the road bends toward the unknown, Sunder-bans and freezing peaks and the golden Indian shore. A land not just of snake charmers , of beauty, of galore . I stand alone you by my side but still not there to be ' While you scream in myriad tongues , i don't understand the words you utter, But this is our story, We're lost, we're found... the globe the map of our minds, yet we've never been wronged, by each other, by home , by our motherlands Cause i'm a vagrant, you a vagabond.

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