"schlocky" poems - Hello Poetry

Death comes at an unknown hour uncloaked and silver boned. A seemingly malevolent, yet friendly finger eagerly reaches out and cuts the tenuous thread of life. Death gives a macabre smile and narrow laugh as night takes on a wrinkled texture. The oft used gates of the netherworld shriek their welcome as they enthusiastically open. Demons and angels, sinners and saints all come together in celestial copulation. The masks of life long forgotten, the shell of the mortal buried and rotting beneath a forsaken world. Death allows a you a seemingly perpetual slumber as aeons will pass and empires will go through their gory cycle with each misty sigh. The doorbell rings, in saunters in a man wearing an ivory suit with a cheap garish tie. A peddler of schlocky goods and empty promises. Some will hear the siren call of the carnival barker, accepting the pleading asservations of a heaven with sapphire water and embodied souls. Death, amused by this eternal drama, keeps his hand impassively ready on the unforgiving scythe.

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Oct 18, 2013

Oct 18, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC

greg-obrecht

Death

Death comes at an unknown hour uncloaked and silver boned. A seemingly malevolent, yet friendly finger eagerly reaches out and cuts the tenuous thread of life. Death gives a macabre smile and narrow laugh as night takes on a wrinkled texture. The oft used gates of the netherworld shriek their welcome as they enthusiastically open. Demons and angels, sinners and saints all come together in celestial copulation. The masks of life long forgotten, the shell of the mortal buried and rotting beneath a forsaken world. Death allows a you a seemingly perpetual slumber as aeons will pass and empires will go through their gory cycle with each misty sigh. The doorbell rings, in saunters in a man wearing an ivory suit with a cheap garish tie. A peddler of schlocky goods and empty promises. Some will hear the siren call of the carnival barker, accepting the pleading asservations of a heaven with sapphire water and embodied souls. Death, amused by this eternal drama, keeps his hand impassively ready on the unforgiving scythe.

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a sunday evening I was born a timeworn name to call my own would adumbrate an impartible home endowed there was a lulling pass and a far-off train did whistle through I was ten and wistfully torn a naive mind won’t hear a quarrel only boorish lies and schlocky morals never mind that lulling pass though, a far-off train did whistle through a beardless boy too young to mourn my reverie held you anchored a voice at three forever clangors where’d you go, oh, lulling pass still, a far-off train did whistle through meddling now, I palmed a thorn a wives tale spelt of love and bliss I won’t countervail her ornate kiss oh how she tastes of lulling pass and a far-off train did whistle through a suave path was never sworn to reminisce means to salvage the pain a luring abyss for the susceptible brain take me to my lulling pass there, a far-off train will whistle through restless, yes, but never worn a bluff I’d be to render now complacency, a wretched cow I’ll meet my own dear lulling pass as a far-off train does whistle through be well, bcb

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Apr 25, 2020

Apr 25, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC

soulbondurant

A Lulling Pass & A Far-off Train

a sunday evening I was born a timeworn name to call my own would adumbrate an impartible home endowed there was a lulling pass and a far-off train did whistle through I was ten and wistfully torn a naive mind won’t hear a quarrel only boorish lies and schlocky morals never mind that lulling pass though, a far-off train did whistle through a beardless boy too young to mourn my reverie held you anchored a voice at three forever clangors where’d you go, oh, lulling pass still, a far-off train did whistle through meddling now, I palmed a thorn a wives tale spelt of love and bliss I won’t countervail her ornate kiss oh how she tastes of lulling pass and a far-off train did whistle through a suave path was never sworn to reminisce means to salvage the pain a luring abyss for the susceptible brain take me to my lulling pass there, a far-off train will whistle through restless, yes, but never worn a bluff I’d be to render now complacency, a wretched cow I’ll meet my own dear lulling pass as a far-off train does whistle through be well, bcb

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Aghast at explosive industrialization/ urbanization once sacred wild woodland whittled away overlain bumper crops comprising trappings green lighted supposedly signaling progress unwittingly overrides avast enclave (teeming with diverse flora and fauna passively cleared, dominated, expropriated by dictate of commercialization, exploitation, fabrication fueling amalgamation, fabrication, lubrication oiling cogs and wheels sustaining, murdering guaranteeing production trumpeted at expense native flora and fauna acquisition, cooptation, extermination, gratification decreed ********** **** sapiens usurped law of land i.e. eminent domain foisted upon unsullied "new world" defining European age of exploration, whereby pristine undulating immense acres indiscriminately partitioned, (despite indigenous peoples unrecognized precedence to remain holistic caretakers of Mother Earth tendered, predicated, linkedin with generations worth of sacredness, which spiritual reverence meant naught to unwelcome trespassers solely hell bent to force acquiescence, compliance, obeisance,... to warlords, whose cruel, diabolical gall lee jeepers libidinal incursions sought extinction toward defenceless native inhabitants subject to machinations spelling extermination, yet their restless spirits infiltrate occupants of once happy hunting grounds devoid without a trace, when this bucolic tract devoid of present schlocky vinyl zoned abodes, whereby fast disappearing vestige alluding to pastoral vista spurs overactive imagination regarding yours truly, who chiefly hankers he got born during sparse population versus pell mell hustle.

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Sep 15, 2019

Sep 15, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Ill suited for madcap twenty first century world

Aghast at explosive industrialization/ urbanization once sacred wild woodland whittled away overlain bumper crops comprising trappings green lighted supposedly signaling progress unwittingly overrides avast enclave (teeming with diverse flora and fauna passively cleared, dominated, expropriated by dictate of commercialization, exploitation, fabrication fueling amalgamation, fabrication, lubrication oiling cogs and wheels sustaining, murdering guaranteeing production trumpeted at expense native flora and fauna acquisition, cooptation, extermination, gratification decreed ********** **** sapiens usurped law of land i.e. eminent domain foisted upon unsullied "new world" defining European age of exploration, whereby pristine undulating immense acres indiscriminately partitioned, (despite indigenous peoples unrecognized precedence to remain holistic caretakers of Mother Earth tendered, predicated, linkedin with generations worth of sacredness, which spiritual reverence meant naught to unwelcome trespassers solely hell bent to force acquiescence, compliance, obeisance,... to warlords, whose cruel, diabolical gall lee jeepers libidinal incursions sought extinction toward defenceless native inhabitants subject to machinations spelling extermination, yet their restless spirits infiltrate occupants of once happy hunting grounds devoid without a trace, when this bucolic tract devoid of present schlocky vinyl zoned abodes, whereby fast disappearing vestige alluding to pastoral vista spurs overactive imagination regarding yours truly, who chiefly hankers he got born during sparse population versus pell mell hustle.

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