"raillery" poems
Somewhere beneath that piano's superb sleek black
Must hide my mother's piano, little and brown with the back
That stood close to the wall, and the front's faded silk, both torn
And the keys with little hollows, that my mother's fingers had worn.
Softly, in the shadows, a woman is singing to me
Quietly, through the years I have crept back to see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the shaking strings
Pressing the little poised feet of the mother who smiles as she sings
The full throated woman has chosen a winning, living song
And surely the heart that is in me must belong
To the old Sunday evenings, when darkness wandered outside
And hymns gleamed on our warm lips, as we watched mother's fingers glide
Or this is my sister at home in the old front room
Singing love's first surprised gladness, alone in the gloom.
She will start when she sees me, and blushing, spread out her hands
To cover my mouth's raillery, till I'm bound in her shame's heart-spun bands
A woman is singing me a wild Hungarian air
And her arms, and her ***** and the whole of her soul is bare
And the great black piano is clamouring as my mother's never could clamour
And the tunes of the past are devoured of this music's ravaging glamour.
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Since the refinement of this polish’d age
Has swept immoral raillery from the stage;
Since taste has now expung’d licentious wit,
Which stamp’d disgrace on all an author writ;
Since, now, to please with purer scenes we seek,
Nor dare to call the blush from Beauty’s cheek;
Oh! let the modest Muse some pity claim,
And meet indulgence—though she find not fame.
Still, not for her alone, we wish respect,
Others appear more conscious of defect:
To-night no vet’ran Roscii you behold,
In all the arts of scenic action old;
No COOKE, no KEMBLE, can salute you here,
No SIDDONS draw the sympathetic tear;
To-night you throng to witness the début
Of embryo Actors, to the Drama new:
Here, then, our almost unfledg’d wings we try;
Clip not our pinions, ere the birds can fly:
Failing in this our first attempt to soar,
Drooping, alas! we fall to rise no more.
Not one poor trembler, only, fear betrays,
Who hopes, yet almost dreads to meet your praise;
But all our Dramatis Personæ wait,
In fond suspense this crisis of their fate.
No venal views our progress can ******
Your generous plaudits are our sole reward;
For these, each Hero all his power displays,
Each timid Heroine shrinks before your gaze:
Surely the last will some protection find?
None, to the softer *** can prove unkind:
While Youth and Beauty form the female shield,
The sternest Censor to the fair must yield.
Yet, should our feeble efforts nought avail,
Should, after all, our best endeavours fail;
Still, let some mercy in your bosoms live,
And, if you can’t applaud, at least forgive.
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Hope to say, “I want you to stay”
A crucial time for you to convey.
Confusing steps, and raillery play
My aims and concepts previously stray.
Fastened bottle of my endless desire
Courage to reveal, because heart can’t lie.
The panic starts when I see you inspire
Of a unique impact that hits me so high
Analytic reasons and my effort to hide
The simple image, stuck on my mind
Your absence affects my sight like a blind
The presence of you...
@R.A
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 8:12 AM UTC
And if there is anger enticing your argument
stop.
For I know that
yes
it really was my fault and
yes
you really did care.
I've even gone to such lengths
as to blame the chemical imbalance
that manifests in literally
everything
I do.
But am I shallow for that?
Am I shallow for placing the blame on our dissolution
on the core of my rupture?
So in a sense I blame myself.
How humble.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
"she sounds hideous!"
that thing you mentioned,
i know you're not perfidious -
i just like the faux contention
i laugh at the absurdity,
you roll your eyes to my fake mistrust;
you play your cards perfectly -
as if you could be that unjust
"you didn't have to say that!"
to your well-rationed tenderness,
from obligation, since i like to chat -
a sucker for your incessant cleverness
"jokes, jokes... it's only a joke"
per your own amusement, you smile and titter
somehow, my endearment, your raillery does evoke
and your licentious comments...
they make my heart flitter
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
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Feb 11, 2019
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