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"rosencrantz" poems
On the sea-shore, smell of iodine, and square as in Sicily, and dancing. An intellectual that came from the common people, preparing himself to be Rosencrantz. He decides to serve Claudius and therefore spy on Prince Hamlet from the fountain. All over the world — the prison. At the world's end a certain John plays the piano. Already darkness, and the end is in sight : Ophelia crying in an empty hut. And Hamlet walks to and fro with white headband, in order to be recognized by the Ghost in the gloom.
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On The Sea-Shore, Smell Of Iodine
every night since Rosencrantz died, I've had dreams about dead goldfish, their silver and gold scales gleaming sickly red roses of blood blooming from beneath them dead and bulging eyes staring at me. every day I come home to find Guildenstern still swimming is a gift but the goldfish are still dead in my dreams. They are always there and I never know why. Their bodies are piling up.
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
Goldfish
Darkness calls on us like the Siren's Song, with the optimism of Candide, we charge on because we know "things are exactly how they should be," But we're ignoring the fact that we cannot see! We cannot be free! No wonder Yossarian went so **** crazy, trapped with no way out... Like the old woman protecting her individuality in her burning house. In this day and age, Individuality burns out faster than paper in flames. As fragile as Hamlet's mental state, **** it's gone. We're left as scared and self-conscious as J. Alfred Prufrock. Questioning ourselves, We don't dare disturb the universe. Forced back by scrutinizing hands through the shrunken entrances of our comfort zones, Left torn and scarred because they don't accept who we are. I walk the halls with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Watch identity evaporate without concern. Ignorant voices, the poison dripping into my ears. I walk the halls a ghost. They think I'm weird, Maybe a few screws loose, but I'll tell you what... "Crazy" Orr is the one who escaped Catch-22. Though I fear there is not an Odysseus within all of us, I fear we are not prepared. For when Darkness calls on us like the Siren's Song, temptation is seldom overcome. 6/13/14
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Our Siren Song
Under this grave deep in beneath all the dirt, Heads of two men pulled an opposite Kurt. Together skipped through the state of Denmark, Pestered Hamlet 'bout madness till he barked. Kissing the hands that always seems to feed, Loved to be servants to the King and Queen. Promoted to the most difficult task,         Cruise to England to rid Hamlet at last.       But Captain Jack Sparrow saved the poor fools, Left them sailing in a sea of their drool. Letter in hands they had it delivered, Words in it though will have them bewildered. Turned to the King they asked what's it about, Twas the last time the two ever hanged out.
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May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
RIP - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
for Kate and Nicola and Wayne and Paul and Cameron and Skye and Kylie and Nathan and Cameron and the weird guy next door.   Here’s to you, my crazy friends You ******** misfits too cool for my school But you liked me anyway, you let me read you my book of poems You played Bone Machine while I was tripping We walked through the suburbs looking for fairies, We slept with each other despite my huge crush on you You liked me anyway. You taught me to smoke **** To stop hating on op shop clothes while I wore Country Road and cashmere vests. We watched the sun come up, smelling of sweat and drugs and DJs’ last hurrahs and dark old warehouses, kerosene fire batons and your menthol cigarettes. I gave you Siddhartha and Guildenstern and Rosencrantz, though it wasn’t the first time. I loved it all: the guitars, the punk chords, the dodgy old houses in run down parts of West End, the random houses, the secret nights smoking your Champion Ruby in my old *** pipe because we’d run out of **** and Henry Miller wouldn’t settle for just plain ***** Bohemian Cafés and curries, girlfriends turned turncoat then lesbians, your secret *** parties that I never found out about ‘till years later your Mezz Mezzrow typewriter and bright candles of novel beginnings that never saw the light of day.  Her sweet little hips showing a little too clearly with the the shining light from inside as it lit her silhouette on your balcony. I miss you guys, with your madness your friendships and deep inner hipness that wasn’t in me. So it’s years later now, we’re old and I ain’t seen you in years. Wayne showed up in a café one day with CDs of his latest, still cool I was studying Mandarin, and I wanted to reconnect He gave me his number but I didn’t call him, I can’t explain why. You showed up one day, “weren’t you going to come and say hello?” I was but I still don’t know how.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
Ride
for Kate and Nicola and Wayne and Paul and Cameron and Skye and Kylie and Nathan and Cameron and the weird guy next door.   Here’s to you, my crazy friends You ******** misfits too cool for my school But you liked me anyway, you let me read you my book of poems You played Bone Machine while I was tripping We walked through the suburbs looking for fairies, We slept with each other despite my huge crush on you You liked me anyway. You taught me to smoke **** To stop hating on op shop clothes while I wore Country Road and cashmere vests. We watched the sun come up, smelling of sweat and drugs and DJs’ last hurrahs and dark old warehouses, kerosene fire batons and your menthol cigarettes. I gave you Siddhartha and Guildenstern and Rosencrantz, though it wasn’t the first time. I loved it all: the guitars, the punk chords, the dodgy old houses in run down parts of West End, the random houses, the secret nights smoking your Champion Ruby in my old *** pipe because we’d run out of **** and Henry Miller wouldn’t settle for just plain ***** Bohemian Cafés and curries, girlfriends turned turncoat then lesbians, your secret *** parties that I never found out about ‘till years later your Mezz Mezzrow typewriter and bright candles of novel beginnings that never saw the light of day.  Her sweet little hips showing a little too clearly with the the shining light from inside as it lit her silhouette on your balcony. I miss you guys, with your madness your friendships and deep inner hipness that wasn’t in me. So it’s years later now, we’re old and I ain’t seen you in years. Wayne showed up in a café one day with CDs of his latest, still cool I was studying Mandarin, and I wanted to reconnect He gave me his number but I didn’t call him, I can’t explain why. You showed up one day, “weren’t you going to come and say hello?” I was but I still don’t know how.
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As the Artichoke, succulent when raw Add stunning Flavours when allowed to roast Whose Heart, seeped Marrow richer my Tongue saw Spells a better Taste when eaten the most Yet in your School, Time has honoured your Bake Which Rosencrantz and Guildenstern took Like Seems so, for Tested Barrels be your Make Cross that of Swollen Souls which took Excite Such was your Work - your pink, spongy Brioche Rowdily kempt though tempting to enjoy Which they Both consume; Then reserve their Broth Hoping some Dames would savour your Specialty. And Savour indeed, I Hope in Expense Till such Recipe goes beyond Intense.
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:14 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE - TOM DALEY
Please rest these demons I have swirling in my head, I feel so lost but still connected somehow. Please tame these beasts, these thoughts, I dont want them any more. I want to be alone now, I don't want to be with anyone if its gonna feel like im miles away when im holding you tight. These moments id rather feel nothing at all then this lost emotion, agony, and constant annoyance. I just wanna leave, before I have a chance to begin. So I hide in this persona, this confident, not caring, dont give a **** party animal. When I walk in, they will all know me by my name, scream it as I walk in the door...                         Rosencrantz
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
Rosencrantz
the ache in my heart remains undiminished pressed down by daily need compacted into that small blemish that scars my soul, the tattoo of emptiness written upon the reverse of my eyelids this is the season of loss, the time of letting go yet in my heart I cannot, I acknowledge the leaving partake once again in the grieving, but still I know my heartstrings still seek yours and now people wonder, which lover have I lost no lover no,no, in one sense, more indeed but we both know if we were of Sappho's breed we could have, no would have been each other's creed the north south and compass complete.. but we were not born that way, the gods at play made us for different fellows so we became friends then sisterkin, we were joyful for each others loves, each others success, we were together blessed with understanding deep, deepest, over tea smoked and steeped we leapt and climbed to highest heights and supported each other when we fell to the depths below... we gave each othermgrace and kindness, perfected the art of compassionate blindness, and then you had to  up and go, leaving me bereft in a way that sees life in a far more muted way so on that day,  the aniversary of sadness which even if the sun shines bright, still to me is tinted grey, I will again take myself to a quiet place, and drink lots of gin and a little tonic, smile cry and become slightly, mildly histronic, you see now three years on I just discovered whilst your face is clear I can hardly hear, your voice in my head, it is now like a whisper in my ear, and so it appears the world, sisterkin dear,   is making itself abundantly clear.... you are dead,  lying dead in a box...
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 4:10 AM UTC
My Rosencrantz....
the ache in my heart remains undiminished pressed down by daily need compacted into that small blemish that scars my soul, the tattoo of emptiness written upon the reverse of my eyelids this is the season of loss, the time of letting go yet in my heart I cannot, I acknowledge the leaving partake once again in the grieving, but still I know my heartstrings still seek yours and now people wonder, which lover have I lost no lover no,no, in one sense, more indeed but we both know if we were of Sappho's breed we could have, no would have been each other's creed the north south and compass complete.. but we were not born that way, the gods at play made us for different fellows so we became friends then sisterkin, we were joyful for each others loves, each others success, we were together blessed with understanding deep, deepest, over tea smoked and steeped we leapt and climbed to highest heights and supported each other when we fell to the depths below... we gave each othermgrace and kindness, perfected the art of compassionate blindness, and then you had to  up and go, leaving me bereft in a way that sees life in a far more muted way so on that day,  the aniversary of sadness which even if the sun shines bright, still to me is tinted grey, I will again take myself to a quiet place, and drink lots of gin and a little tonic, smile cry and become slightly, mildly histronic, you see now three years on I just discovered whilst your face is clear I can hardly hear, your voice in my head, it is now like a whisper in my ear, and so it appears the world, sisterkin dear,   is making itself abundantly clear.... you are dead,  lying dead in a box...
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The hour is nigh, my brothers: We shall come to pass! The moment is soon, my friends, When we shall grow weak from the fast! Do not falter, O rosen-clad wise men of the future and the past! My Rosicrucian brothers who brandish the Red Rose! Those who wear thine thorns across thine breast! Those who wear thine thorns across thine breast! And so it was said: “The Black Nourishment found its fruit in the fruit-laden tree which manifested inside the Line.” And so it seems, A guiding light shines upon the place where the exalted body of Christian Rosencrantz lies. And we— the initiates— have not forgotten our great master!— The venerable, most honourable, Christian Rosencrantz— Who emerged with us, from the mud, then died.
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Sep 12, 2023
Sep 12, 2023 at 8:51 PM UTC
The Order of The Rose
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
RAIL ' ATOMIC AUTUM
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