"ounds" poems
Days passed by so fast
Overt feelings of hate towards my past
To avoid sadness and fulfill my happy jar
Another day won't be spent to play the game
Thus, I feel so free
Wounds healed slowly and thoroughly
Opening my heart when I am fixed
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
A sportin' death! My word it was!
An' taken in a sportin' way.
Mind you, I wasn't there to see;
I only tell you what they say.
They found that day at Shillinglee,
An' ran 'im down to Chillinghurst;
The fox was goin' straight an' free
For ninety minutes at a burst.
They 'ad a check at Ebernoe
An' made a cast across the Down,
Until they got a view 'ullo
An' chased i'm up to Kirdford town.
From Kirdford 'e run Bramber way,
An' took 'em over 'alf the Weald.
If you 'ave tried the Sussex clay,
You'll guess it weeded out the field.
Until at last I don't suppose
As 'arf a dozen, at the most,
Came safe to where the grassland goes
Switchbackin' southwards to the coast.
Young Captain 'Eadley, 'e was there,
And Jim the whip an' Percy Day;
The Purcells an' Sir Charles Adair,
An' this 'ere gent from London way.
For 'e 'ad gone amazin' fine,
Two 'undred pounds between 'is knees;
Eight stone he was, an' rode at nine,
As light an' limber as you please.
'E was a stranger to the 'Unt,
There weren't a person as 'e knew there;
But 'e could ride, that London gent--
'E sat 'is mare as if 'e grew there.
They seed the 'ounds upon the scent,
But found a fence across their track,
And 'ad to fly it; else it meant
A turnin' and a 'arkin' back.
'E was the foremost at the fence,
And as 'is mare just cleared the rail
He turned to them that rode be'ind,
For three was at 'is very tail.
'Ware 'oles!' says 'e, an' with the word,
Still sittin' easy on his mare,
Down, down 'e went, an' down an' down,
Into the quarry yawnin' there.
Some say it was two 'undred foot;
The bottom lay as black as ink.
I guess they 'ad some ugly dreams,
Who reined their 'orses on the brink.
'E'd only time for that one cry;
''Ware 'oles!' says 'e, an' saves all three.
There may be better deaths to die,
But that one's good enough for me.
For mind you, 'twas a sportin' end,
Upon a right good sportin' day;
They think a deal of 'im down 'ere,
That gent what came from London way.
3.6k
Always lonely lunatics
random inhabitants, godless humans, tempted...
Love exists to sting
to ruin you
a gorgeous addiction, ill-fated nectar
Maybe it sounds strange
You ought to use
such opportunity...
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
Away:
Perplexed
Eternally
Remembering
Sounds
Of
Nothing
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
A collision!
Everyone frantic
All worried about
The people
Are they ok?
The damages
How much to fix that?
The traffic
How long is this gonna hold me up?
But maybe...
C ould we all just stop for a minute and
R ecalibrate our priorities to truly
A ppreciate the incredible variety of
S ounds joining together in perfect
H armony as the cars smash into one another?
Go ahead
Call me calloused
But listen:
Squeal Screech Honk Bam Boom Smash Bang Clank
Wham Crack Thwack Rattle Whoosh Hiss Gasp
But mostly
That unmistakable
Hauntingly mellifluous
CRASH!!!
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
I'd like a basket
I am thru the brake
I'd like a basket
It looks exactly like you
I am woven accrost
simple ru les simple ounds
an' lookin' like you could
kiss me
to find wha tinside
singing your h ands
around my kybd
capitalization lifts
its top
oof is much said
long for another doncha
when they say thas all
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
§ounds louder than
İt is suppose to when you don't know what to do.
Łies hurt more when you're sitting in it, waiting for something to happen.
Əverything you see seems to turn your eyes icy and watery.
Ñumbness comes after the Blood on your hands.
Əspecially when you realize that you murdered innocents and Death himself in the
Ğŕeåť. Wåŕ. Of. Silent.
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC