"shinest" poems
The Black Hat Crow, sittin on his throne
Countin all the money that he owns
Collectin pretty bits on his dark wing
He made a fortune on lifitn things
He got a suit like oil, he got wicked eyes
He got a voice like deaths hangin on his side
He got one eye on heaven, and two feet in hell
They say he stole those wings from micheal himself.
You better hide your money its a new moon tonight
The black hat crow hes takin flight
Your wallets
Your purses
Your shinest things
It all belongs
To the black hat crow
The beggars all know him as a givin man
He cross they path he puts a coin in they hand
A little information is all he needs
Like, where ya been and where ya sleep
The coppers cant get him, hes ten steps ahead
He got eyes and ears all over this land
God forbid you ever witness this
the black hat crow got a red right hand
You better hide your money
Its a new moon tonight
The black hat crow hes takin flight
Your baubles your heirlooms
Your shinest things
It all belongs
To the black hat crow
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
Here I am, kneeling to you my king,
I will speak the words of truth,
For the price of your crown,
oh what a marvelous thing,
It being embedded with diamonds and gems,
I suppose the one most important disappeared from your hands,
What is a king without a queen?
Behind every great man is a woman,
Oh, I am a man of many tastes and signicant means,
But I value something more than gold,
I value this more than the widest of seas and the shinest of sunsets,
I have not taken her away from you,
You yourself have pushed her away,
Is it when she is away that you then value her most?
Such pity I have on your soul,
For a man of stature, I'd thought you know better than so,
That it is not a king that makes a kingdom,
That being free does not equate to freedom,
I do not desire your riches and gold,
I wish you to learn from this story being told,
That to have her back, you must step down,
Now please do so and hand over the crown
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
Shall I disclose my mind
With these lines be sent unto thee
And unto thy passive eloquence
How lustrous thou art
That may the angels of Heaven sin
And the Goddesses of myth
With envy
For thy innocent complexion
More bright and radiant
Than the paleness of morning skies
And the meager sun
And dull crystals of night
Thou art defiant to the lights of world
When thy moral'd hues emitted—
What flawed and honest fairness
Strained not by the fires of mortal eyes
Thou hast none of ornament
Nor hast the looms of gaud
Nor thou wilt decline by eternal times
And not will thy ethereal color end
For death is nulled when thou shinest
But I, thou wilt not see
For what a dimm'd shadow
I am before thee
O please, wilt thou?
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC