"nant" poems
Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright,
That erst with Musick, and triumphant song
First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear,
So sweetly sung your Joy the Clouds along
Through the soft silence of the list’ning night;
Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear
Your fiery essence can distill no tear,
Burn in your sighs, and borrow
Seas wept from our deep sorrow,
He who with all Heav’ns heraldry whileare
Enter’d the world, now bleeds to give us ease;
Alas, how soon our sin
Sore doth begin
His Infancy to sease!
O more exceeding love or law more just?
Just law indeed, but more exceeding love!
For we by rightfull doom remediles
Were lost in death, till he that dwelt above
High thron’d in secret bliss, for us frail dust
Emptied his glory, ev’n to nakednes;
And that great Cov’nant which we still transgress
Intirely satisfi’d,
And the full wrath beside
Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess,
And seals obedience first with wounding smart
This day, but O ere long
Huge pangs and strong
Will pierce more neer his heart.
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Cool stream trickles, tinkles by,
Dappled sunlight through the trees,
Oak, Ash, Silver Birch and Pine.
Tiny silver fishes swimming
The water giggles and rushes,
down the great mountainside,
I am calm.
The earth is damp and sweet,
The air full of birdsong and bluebells' scent.
I listen, I hear, I howl at the sun.
Clovers and daisies surround me,
And on the pebble bank, beach,
The soft rounded stones are warm.
They comfort me.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
On the First day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
A transwoman in her skiv-vies.
On the second day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
Two fake ******* and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the third day of Xmas, my Dep Rep gave to me
No women’s sports teams, two fake ******* and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the fourth day of Xmas, my Dep Rep gave to me,
Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two fake ******* and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the fifth day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
Five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two fake ******* and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the sixth day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me,
Six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports team, two fake ******* and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the seventh day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me,
Seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two fake ******* and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the eighth day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me,
Eight cheater’s trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two fake ******* and a transwoman in her skiv-vies.
On the ninth day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me,
nine pharma lobbyists, eight cheaters’ trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two all gender locker rooms, and a transwoman in her skiv-vies.
On the 10th day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
10 years of electrolysis, nine pharma lobbyists, eight cheaters’ trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women’s sports teams, two all gender locker rooms and a transwoman in her skivvies.
On the 11th day of Xmas, my Dem Rep gave to me
11 lost scholarships, 10 years of electrolysis, nine pharma lobbyists, eight cheaters' trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant men! Four phalloplasties, no women's sports teams, two all gender locker rooms and a transwoman in her skiv-vies!
On the 12th day of Xmas my Dem Rep gave to me,
12 preferred pronouns, 11 lost scholarships, 10 years of electrolysis, nine pharma lobbyists, eight cheaters' trophies, seven teens with breast binders, six double mastectomies, five preg-nant ment! Four phalloplasties, no women's sports teams, two all gender locker rooms and a transwoman in her skiv-vies!
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
<soft spoken intro>
*Descended to the pit,
and threatened the Seven,
demanded back He,
the light of heaven...*
*Threatened curse upon life,
no more babies born!
Sent back with her hero,
but cursed for Her scorn.*
And there's no light...
<musical intro>
<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant
loud
And I'm prowling...
<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant
louder
OUT AT NIGHT!
<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
The shades come calling,
darkness crawling,
heroes fallen,
females sullen...
and, uh, and uh,
<tempo>
Din-nant, uh-un, Din-nant
...there's no light.
Louder
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
There's no light.
<musical break>
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
Where is the Sun?
Pain has begun,
fearing the One...
heroes fallen,
Nightmare calling...
...there's no light.
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
There's no light.
Raised of the Earth,
from blood in the dirt,
screams to be heard.
And there's no light...
...there's no light.
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
THERE'S NO LIGHT!
There's no light...
There's no light.
AND I'M PROWLING...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
And I'm prowling...
Out at night!
There's no light...
...there's no light.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
Petit, j’ai bien oublié de prendre mon temps,
J’ai oublié de penser et de réfléchir.
Oublié de m'arrêter, voulant réussir,
Courant tête baissée, vivant l’insant présent.
L’instant d’après j’avais muri, je n’vivais plus,
C’était bien mieux que ça car je me transcendais,
Et même tout ce que je voulais me souriait,
C’était bien, j’étais content, mais si j’avais su...
Si j'avais su que ma vie n’était pas tout’tracée,
J’aurais pris le temps de venir vous enlacer.
Mais j’ai oublié de grandir, c’est pas pratique.
J’aurais voulu vous le dire, j’crois pas aux malheurs,
J’crois pas aux miracles, ni à la pleine lueur.
Je suis maître de ma vie, ce jusqu’au portique.
J’en ai marre ce ces faux discours patriotiques,
J’ai oublié qu’il n’y’a pas que les filles qui pleurent.
J’ai oublié aussi de faire preuve de douceur
Dans notre monde fait de catastrophes climatiques.
Étant enfant j'étais carrément perturbé,
Rempli de questions que je n’osais pas poser.
Maint’nant, j’sais qu’pour réussir faut être couillu,
J’ai trop pensé au plan que j’utiliserais,
Comme si grâce à ça, toute ma vie changeait.
Je voulais écrire de beaux textes, rien n’est perdu.
Avoir un avenir, des projets, c’est séduisant,
J’ai aussi oublié ce que c’est de souffrir,
Pourtant j’ai décidé que j’allais m’en sortir,
Et j’vais oublier d’oublier, dès maintenant.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
Metal giants: Whisper quick,
Clashing on streets of light,
Steel Goblins and ***** bombs-
Herald their rev'nant knight,
Each soldier: four stories tall,
With doomsday in each hand,
"To fight against Halls of Blight",
And to die on command.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC