"prophesised" poems
I am The Shoes of Shoes,
which are Solomon’s. Let him polish
me with the oil from his brow, for his gloss
is better than sunshine.
Because of the fragrance of thy ointment buffed
upon me, thy name
is Scent Shine, therefore do the ****** shoes
love thy feet. Stretch me,
with your Shoe-Tree, and I will run
& rejoice with thy feet through
gardens & woods, and across mountains alike.
I am leather, but comely, O ye Daughters
of Shoeshopingham, as The Pile Beneath
the Prophesised Viaduct, and as in the abundant
bottom of The Wardrobe of Solomon.
Look not upon me, because I am leather,
but put me upon thy feet for I
am thy soles.
I am the Rose of Shoe, and the Lilly of The Laces.
As the strong shoes among thorns, so
is my love among The Shod.
As the tongue that tightens to the fruit of the foot, so is
my beloved among The Shod.
His left foot is in my left purse, and his right
foot is my right, tight.
The Polish of My Beloved, behold, cometh
glinting off llyns, he cometh leaping upon
the mountains, with both of me tight on his feet.
Looketh fourth through The Round Window
of Wisdom, through The Lattice see
him shoeing himself with my flesh.
Take us the socked foxes, the little foxes that chew & spoil,
for our shodding is tender.
My Loved Shod’s feet are mine and my leather is his.
Until the day break, and the unshod shadows flee, turn
my Loved Shod, and be thou like the shoe young on the mountains.
Behold, thou art fair, my shoes, behold thou art shoes as fast
as a flock of goats over the Mountain of Shoedon.
Thy laces are like soft strands of moss, which have been spun
& woven in the Workshops of Acorns by The Grubs of Oak.
Thy eyelets are like the sweet slots in which nestle
the seeds of the pomegranate.
Thy tongues are like scarlet leaves fallen from speaking
trees, and thy squeak as I walk in thee is comely.
Thy heal is like the shield that should’ve been
fashioned for Achilles.
Thy two toe caps are as sleek & pert as the twin otters
that fish among the lilies.
How beautiful are thee, shoes for feet, O Goddess’s daughters,
the joints of thy soft foot-slot smooth as the gleam
of jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning cobbler.
O Solomon set me twin shoes as seals
upon thy feet, for Love is as strong
as The Road to Dead we must follow. O
my Loved Shod! for every one
of thy steps you make
in me is my bliss.
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 8:25 AM UTC
Piercing with the paled eyes
Doctor gave verdict:
‘’It is spread thru water,
has to be cared’’
"No, it is because of
seeing Vangoh’s paintings"
Friend commented.
"Following the funeral procession of
Jose Arcedio Buvendia every day".
Lover ridiculed.
"Without searching for job
sitting idle
swallowing the news papers".
Father scolded
"Giving no importance to feed
Untimely urination
thinking many pranks.. "
Mother panicked.
"It is the yellow card shown by god
for the foul committed"
Priest prophesised.
Hey, you all those who gathered
with complaints around my liver
coloured like a crock pecked mango
please remember:
Often life turn yellow
when there is no greenery around.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
The sixth opened on the sixth
history prophesised, future past
sun and moon eclipsed
heavens and earth shaken
moon bloodied, stars fell
earth ripped apart, time perturbed
graves opened
the dead arose to life
the living buried themselves
immortal died
mortality perished
blood spilled, living marked
wait for the number of Man
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
Born between 46 and 64
A unique generation.
A selfish bunch of ********
That now ruin the nation.
Climate change was prophesised
About when they were in charge
But that was all idly ignored
Whilst their pension funds enlarged.
Free higher education
Afforded more equality
Just until they got in power
And conjured student fees
And housing market prices
Rocketing 4300pc in 40 years
Sorry that your kids are skint
You'd better get the beers.
And now your sitting pretty
Whilst we live like humble peasants
Unable to afford to raise our families
Relying on your presents.
Sure some of us have made it
By discarding moral values
But for those with global conscience
We've had nothing but bad news
The reckless capitalist party is over
Your generation were the last DJs
Now your kids must clean up after you
Your grandchildren are the ones that pays
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC