"orrery" poems - Hello Poetry

Why in Baste Eyes my Form checks expect Yet cast my Security for his Expense Which, I suppose, that Report I prefect Was a File un-welcomed for my Good Sense Though, I assure, was all to contribute For his Sweets added to his Nationed Chest That, to chillax, take Tidbits absolute And brisk the New Day for his Talent's Best Now this, resolved to wax Slime and Conflict Thus put my Loyalty to Terms reset More fruitful, more pruned, from Pride's Tome inflict Then this Orrery - strike Rocks to Sky's bet. In turn perhaps recover from this Fling On Muted Clouds do those Falcons still Sing.

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Mar 14, 2013

Mar 14, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC

xavier-paolo-josh-mandreza

SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - NINETY-THREE - TOM DALEY: M'AM DEBBIE DALEY - REASONS

Why in Baste Eyes my Form checks expect Yet cast my Security for his Expense Which, I suppose, that Report I prefect Was a File un-welcomed for my Good Sense Though, I assure, was all to contribute For his Sweets added to his Nationed Chest That, to chillax, take Tidbits absolute And brisk the New Day for his Talent's Best Now this, resolved to wax Slime and Conflict Thus put my Loyalty to Terms reset More fruitful, more pruned, from Pride's Tome inflict Then this Orrery - strike Rocks to Sky's bet. In turn perhaps recover from this Fling On Muted Clouds do those Falcons still Sing.

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writing orrery unto unlined pages lest my hand stills and my mind with it turns away from all insignificance

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Mar 25, 2020

Mar 25, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC

Sa-M

figure eights

writing orrery unto unlined pages lest my hand stills and my mind with it turns away from all insignificance

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Sugar nightmares haunt children Nancy harlequins cane them Oh, child of mine your life you did, away, sign. Force fed familiarity with already branded emotions, irregular realities and clouded surreal formalities, so very many humans’ form dichotomies out of our shared mute gray; spinning constant self-important prose. So very many humans share so much, so little, not often doing little to soften all of their emotional blows trying hard to strike enigmatic pose. Oh, child of mine the heart of utilitarian method has receded in incredulous fashion followed by authoritarian apologies; the majority is not icecream people spreading simple good thought, but generations fraught with trivial conformist ideologies. We are all hiding our seams with creative masks and self created tasks. Oh, child of mine your prescription reality is revealing itself as Atlantis, sinking and shuddering into Quaaludes with frightening psychotic interludes. Emotions paint stained lurid faces, dancing with ludes effecting movement, nudes of swaying and repose. You arose deeming so much rightfully yours waltzing through seemingly already opened doors. Holy curb their anti-Christ Consider your aging soul Oh, child of mine Belief of awareness in action understand the probability of dissatisfaction, Stop! treating the moment as a bleak bridge to the next inaction. Eventually ponderous thoughts form resembling an orrery, an incessantly philippic story orchestrates your oleaginous personality. Oh, child of mine Youth flees and your mind takes once again to the seas, a vexing penumbra of perception. Bathos permeates the fathoms of an obstreperous life and if you still care, lament that this meaningless congeries of moments inspires only delusion, no disillusionment. Eventually a lilting threnody leading 'tween burning pews of proposed serenity and the following bumping callithump will firmly stamp you into black infinity. Oh, child of mine You've used the switch too much too often coupled with lofty scoffing giving the innocent up as offering to the mechanical engine of organic creation.

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Sep 1, 2010

Sep 1, 2010 at 11:05 AM UTC

B_Lid

The Decadent Progeny.

Sugar nightmares haunt children Nancy harlequins cane them Oh, child of mine your life you did, away, sign. Force fed familiarity with already branded emotions, irregular realities and clouded surreal formalities, so very many humans’ form dichotomies out of our shared mute gray; spinning constant self-important prose. So very many humans share so much, so little, not often doing little to soften all of their emotional blows trying hard to strike enigmatic pose. Oh, child of mine the heart of utilitarian method has receded in incredulous fashion followed by authoritarian apologies; the majority is not icecream people spreading simple good thought, but generations fraught with trivial conformist ideologies. We are all hiding our seams with creative masks and self created tasks. Oh, child of mine your prescription reality is revealing itself as Atlantis, sinking and shuddering into Quaaludes with frightening psychotic interludes. Emotions paint stained lurid faces, dancing with ludes effecting movement, nudes of swaying and repose. You arose deeming so much rightfully yours waltzing through seemingly already opened doors. Holy curb their anti-Christ Consider your aging soul Oh, child of mine Belief of awareness in action understand the probability of dissatisfaction, Stop! treating the moment as a bleak bridge to the next inaction. Eventually ponderous thoughts form resembling an orrery, an incessantly philippic story orchestrates your oleaginous personality. Oh, child of mine Youth flees and your mind takes once again to the seas, a vexing penumbra of perception. Bathos permeates the fathoms of an obstreperous life and if you still care, lament that this meaningless congeries of moments inspires only delusion, no disillusionment. Eventually a lilting threnody leading 'tween burning pews of proposed serenity and the following bumping callithump will firmly stamp you into black infinity. Oh, child of mine You've used the switch too much too often coupled with lofty scoffing giving the innocent up as offering to the mechanical engine of organic creation.

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the ticking of my orrery douse the sun its rise and clutch exscind what skin it might have touched like clockwork, I whisper like clockwork as Jupiter bumps the earth the orrery whispers in its corner like clockwork, ticking my soul's in the city somewhere, patiently sitting I bite my tongue hold my breath let the anger fill my lungs instead like anodyne inside my chest a sea of concrete somewhere, singing, seeking conjuring and conjuring but the moon wakes to sleep and not much else creeps between the sun and the hour hand surely I'm buried in the barathrum locusts, wild honey where the clove is over-running somewhere, long removed from me a wraith, a ghost above the wings my soul sits and sings and sleeps like clockwork I wait for its return a heartless husk in the ground the ticking as my orrery sounds

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Apr 17, 2018

Apr 17, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC

touka-kouka

hydra

the ticking of my orrery douse the sun its rise and clutch exscind what skin it might have touched like clockwork, I whisper like clockwork as Jupiter bumps the earth the orrery whispers in its corner like clockwork, ticking my soul's in the city somewhere, patiently sitting I bite my tongue hold my breath let the anger fill my lungs instead like anodyne inside my chest a sea of concrete somewhere, singing, seeking conjuring and conjuring but the moon wakes to sleep and not much else creeps between the sun and the hour hand surely I'm buried in the barathrum locusts, wild honey where the clove is over-running somewhere, long removed from me a wraith, a ghost above the wings my soul sits and sings and sleeps like clockwork I wait for its return a heartless husk in the ground the ticking as my orrery sounds

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