"scanted" poems
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchased right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
And on just proof surmise, accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your wakened hate,
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.
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Bless those Executives thrive you en masse
Whose Assets strive your Esteem promote
Whom with Percentage page their Profits cast
And leave a Question on your Inner Note
Yet by Reason does Economy dwell
Such Talent alone cannot propagate
But - Family's Cause a Noble Heart sell
Is all too deeming to incastigate
So all was naught for your Robin's Cage win
With one but sole worth mystifying Dame
Oh well! Courage drink their Juiciest Sin
And Scanted Virtues are one and the same.
That is a Fact. Your Stark Image survive
Flow with the Flow; And clip your obvious Hide.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
Lonesome always teaches;
Real meaning behind words
Surreptitious emotions
And their revealing expressions
Coalesced values and focused attentions
Yeah!!! But somehow its so brutal;
So brutal, if didn't handle well, it might be metamorphazised into suicidal
Pain of strangling of all cravings is inevitable
Sometimes it's maleficial
Sometimes it's innocuous
Sometimes it's optional
Some choose to be alone
some do it to hone
And I believe its difficult to be mone
Coz its better than being taken for granted
Coz its better than being attached and then warranted
Lonesome is better than being craved then scanted
So here I'm, don't know
What to do now?
Sitting under the dark night sky
all I am to do, is to cry, cry and cry
Till my lips and eyes become dry
I wonder a lightning may fall on and I die
I'm not broken
I'm me
Coz I'm unbroken
That's why it's me
My heart is shattered into one million pieces
Yet it's fine within itself for rejoices
Now i don't need anybody's care and love
Because I'm a lonesome dove
I'm a lonesome dove
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
We are.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCXC)
Rye toast, eggs, bacon, naught else for intents
Save guac for me, and raspb'rry jam t'avail
Him, breakfast fairly light, it's that detail
Of bacon and the cats which begs defense,
Since they did steal his brie(where I'd sans sense
Left it out with his cuppa tea sans bail
To showr) and he was not too happy, they'll
Be scanted as I covered his food. Whence?
They won't touch mine. So he must as it were
Give me dear Peter's sob tale til I rue
What? Eat but half my bacon, then give her
None, just to Peter. He then gives his too,
And gives his other slice to Tigger. Poor
As nary bacon, LORD, how I thank You.
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Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC