"thous" poems
Beowulf the hier of nothing of rot
Mother he know not
Raised in shame banished wroght
Returned to his village to seek wrothgar a father he yet sought
News of death the sorrow he fought
Till the night trouble it brought
Grendal at night did strike
Killing thous from wicked and strife
None but Beowulf saw the **** of the fight
Guards did come, and saw a false sight
Beowulf they thought the killer that night
Sentenced to death but never to suffer that blight
Beowulf escaped and rode at dawn, Off to seek golem and where he lurk
Off to the woods there they found Grendal
With much haste golem charged Beowulf dirk was drawn
Hacking off the fingers of golem was hurt
Grendal roared and ran
Holding tightly to his wounded hand
Beowulf returned with trophy in bag gasps where made across the land
Guards double watch patrolling village to make a stand
Night came and blood was shed
Grendal made way to the mead hall all the way warriors bled
Beowulf was ready and calmly said
I have his fingers how about his arm instead
Attacking the creatures buckled arm ripping it off golem then ran and fled
Beowulf grabbed arms and said fingers now arm soon his head
They reassembled on horses arms ready and raged
Gave chase
All fell but Beowulf by accord golem laid dead he lead deeper around bend
mother by him seducing Beowulf of power and ***** by all that was said
Beowulf accepted the fouls bargain
But all was not well in thee end
Dragon flew to the sky warriors of King Beowulf Fend
Beowulf killed his son of the dervish deal the dragon
But deadly wounds of were not on dragon alone Beowulf had fallen both a killing blow send
Beowulf funeral ceremony of fire and water below the deep the foul was spotted to be burned alive with Beowulf lover in arms
Blasphemy and Treacherous woes for all of she slaughtered
Now known Beowulf deed leading men like fodder
Against them knowing deal he had waged
Too be written and sung in the latter days
Beowulf the hero king the liar the cheat they called
Beowulf the man flawed as all that ultimately brought his downfall
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a midsummer’s day?
No I shall not
For thou is nothing like it
Thou’st temperance is nothing short of fair
A summer’s day is hot and vicious
But thou’st soul is of utmost gentility
A sweet cool temperance is thous heart
Thou is more like an autumn afternoon
With eyes the color of the clear blue sky
And temper of the soft cooling breeze
Thous beauty’s only competitor is the changing leaves
Unique and changing
Vibrant reds, greens and yellows that each tree holds
The warmth of the sun is thous love
A love that only I receive
That warms my own soul to the heat of the burning hearth
Where we lay in passion and love
For if I were to compare thou to a midsummers day
It would be an insult
Thou is more beautiful
Far more fair
Thou is like an autumn afternoon
With eyes like the sky in the clear afternoon
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
Do not fear the dark that dominates
Your horizons
Instead respect the light that highlights
Your reasons
For in the season of man doth war
Rule over the minds of the blind
Whilst hope doth shine in the eyes
Of the free to see but not to be
As the slaves they are to the power
Cast upon them by thy contrived
To pull yonder veil in concealment
Against truths stronger than thous
Might makes right imperative
Strown across the globe to corrupt
Thine enemy to forever kneel
Afore the folly of mans aversion
Whereas peace is but a demon at night
And death is but an angel of light
We are lost only so far as we can see
Do not let the cravens of power
Bury ye
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
The whys or where's
nor the for art thous
or the perhaps now
I know not
the love me nows
nor loved me then
or even the when
I know not
the cerulean sky
nor the indigo goodbye
or the softest sigh...
I know not
when words tried
nor when the rhythm died
or Poetry became a lie
I know not
the how's or wherefores
or keeping score
but
I know when
love of something
begins to end
bleeding from lacerations
bashed against rocks...
I know then...
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
the legions of your
laughter march
across the bread of dawn
eated of eyes the
savory crumbs
ofthy disheveled breaths
trampling of thous sinuous
colours broaching clasp of
sudden cannons of silence booming
the fair article of your poppies
( bashful flocks of cords
.... sifting mercury of doves feathers
exploding against the dark
i bastioned in thy infinite
plait, onyx detonating softly of
thy pale scalp
glory my excellent lavender
no sweeter scent
has sweated in the air as thou's ephemeral
dainty river cleaving the clean night
in exact twain of pallor
wet seconds blushing on the purple cheeks of nocturne
she is a fair lady
but homely against thy
visage.
.
. O night
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 2:05 PM UTC
The doors open.
Engines roar and wind howls
The smell of exhaust fills the space
Here stand, weighted down, with clenched bowels
The line moves forward at a dizzying pace
I make eye contact with JM and hand him my line
I pivot and jump and for a moment I'm flying
All I see is blue sky, my feet feet point at the horizon
One thousand, two thousand, three thous.....ahhh!
The chute opens with a thundering snap
Check the risers, check the canopy, watch the plane fly away
Look down at the world, spread out below like a map
Taste the air, feel the wind, get control of my sway
Undo the ties holding the weapon case on my side
Give a whoop!
No, be quiet
Professional pride
Look at how the sun reflects off the stream below me in the woods and turns it into a molten golden serpent.
Right now, if someone saw my eyes tear up I'd blame it on the wind
Oh, how long until I can do this again?
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
There is nothing worst,
then thous days you can feel yourself slipping,
your seems bursting,
your emotions braking though.
You're just waiting for something,
to evenly,
shatter you.
All day,
you live your life like your standing on the edge of a cliff,
and the rocks beneath your feet,
are crumbling away.
You start to fear,
who,
when,
where will I go off?
It probably wont even be justified,
and that's the worst part,
you're to weak to be able to handle your own emotions.
When the seal is finally broken,
you can only wait for everything to spill out,
for the flow to slow enough,
that you can cap it again,
and wait for the next build up.
Get yourself together,
and pretend,
that you are,
unbreakable.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
How harmonious the amber creeks,
Rocking smoothly from mine chair,
Sipping wormwood, mercury and jupiter tea,
Ambrosial be the air watched from west the shores
Found I, him when my years be only few,
Brooding, betwixt toil and melancholy curses,
One whispers, the other answers,
But, knowing not the suffering be here
‘And, I struck deep his heart fitting proper a jester,
Secrets mine loyal is laughter,
O’ how sweet the mind on Elysian Fields,
Yet divine his despair, so sad, so fresh
O love, I die in your star filled skies,
A sun jewel sinking on velvet drapes,
Dulcet my lonely vapoured song,
Dying, dying, dying
A kiss after death, rotting upward from the netherworld,
O Death, O sweet, wilt thous know immortal passion,
Before pocket and pride?
Drunk of absinth, through hazed did ye love thee?
Mercury sparkles in pools below the chair,
And mine fancies be sky glow worms pulsing near,
Cave hulled labyrinths of memories time passed,
His soul rose into mine blood
I loved thee weaving golden in rocking chair,
Dancing with warm Nile winds,
Flanking sky dragons after sun sparkles,
O he thought heart diseased of loves adoration
Improper the vex was touted, time precious before thee
Of fifty I must be, with magick death and lust I shall be,
And thine so effect lives on in me, a mere trifle ye,
His pastime, dreaming of the skies to be
And still a secret dreaming sweetness in the sea,
He looked upon mine crown of Tao and gold in glee,
Mystics glory in a bed of moonlight death,
Found I, an angel mused he, to call thee fooled
Dreamed I, none be spring, and summer neither more,
And thorned a new crown, the fool his winter dawn,
His claw deep a finger bled, his glory shadowy form,
So, dearest, thou art thy likeness wise dead cold
His darkness uttering shadows, beautiful with thee,
My darkened ways, take Ravens wings ascend yee who read,
Love be, no single tear, yet binds mercuries silver rivers near,
The old amber chair rocked to and fro, grey her hair,
Mortal hands weaved, love runs silver
── whence ever death be near
© Arnay Rumens 2015
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
I can say my ABC’s
(As long as you hum the tune)
I can pick out my own clothes
I can count to one-thous-and
I can scrape my knee
And only cry a little
Hey, look at me, riding my bike
With no extra wheels;
I can go faster than sound, faster
Than I can think, faster than
I can realize,
This isn’t a good idea
I can sit silent
I can bite my tongue until it bleeds
I can talk to much
(Or not at all)
I can go to school every day
Feeling like going too fast down a tall hill
Faster, faster than
My legs can carry my body
Sliding and
Falling
Staring at my own ****** knee--
I guess we ran out of band-aids
I can see the strings behind the system
And I can cut them, too
Veins behind bible-paper skin
I can swear to God
(Or swear at God)
I can feel the ground beneath
My feet shifting, tidal pools
From sadness to hate
My best friend says, just us against the world
And I’m not sure if I agree, but
I can always nod along.
I can be a king
For about fifty minutes on a
Tuesday morning
I can control your whole world
(Never was any good with my own)
I can find the skeletons in your closet
And the guns there, too
Hey, look at me
Front page again, promising
New insights to my
Motivations, manifesto
I can reduce your whole life
To your death
I can
I can
I can
I swear to God I can--
I can say my ABC’s
(As long as you hum the tune)
I can pick out my own clothes
I can count to one-thous-and.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
What use is it truly
To Wallow in dusty Words?
******* up those grey Clouds of Skin
Stuck upon those anachronistic Syllables
Lifting those Sounds upon your Tongue
And heaving them artlessly into the Air
To leave Brows Knitted
And Bowels Trembling
With confused Shock upon their Cheeks
From the hearing.
These are not Those without Whose would not be Could
Ever since you had that Choice
A Thing you should not have been given
And should not be given again.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
i was is my hands drugs)!
evaporating splendorous
sugar canes
the ruby of muscled
hell
and discharge of sinuous
marvels
when the fat skinny
is in vulnerable propagation
a cloud
gilded
and spake "
you are sweat and pain and tenuous ,
meet thy shall i when thous tedious crumb
is spent human shell by the ground
resting in loose solid soil
bath and"
thus
rattled the increment of
lovely and kind
death whom
i argue
upon daily
and
make
in the extremity of my ladies passionate jib
my current cells
speak loudly the name
of life
in her vambrace
of muddled pink
intoxication. my ex cellent fauld
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 11:12 AM UTC
Rough Pine Boxes
For six foot drops.
Dance hall twirling
Till music stops.
Love triangles
Hard to balance
Music plays on
We blew our chance.
Today's heartbreak
Is not new news.
Fools will rush in
The cool stay cool.
Seek salvation
On bended knees.
Whisper softly
In thous and thees.
Cannot undo
Our written past.
Rough pine boxes
Cry free at last.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Ya know it’s forbidden
And yet you’ve tarried
You’re livin together
But you ain’t married
Why buy the cow
When the milk is for free
Ya know what I’m sayin
Are you listenin to me
A sin is a sin
You can’t wish it away
Morality changes
But what did God say
A sin is a sin
Just like it was then
All I wanna know
Is are you listenin'
Now let’s talk about
This modern day drama
Where is the father
Who slept with the mama
And who’s gonna take
Responsibility
For the family breakdown
We see frequently
A sin is a sin
You can’t wish it away
Morality changes
But what did God say
A sin is a sin
Just like it was then
All I wanna know
Is are you listenin'
A sin is a sin
Like it was before
It won’t go away
Because you ignore
The fact that it is
As it always was
It’s still measured by
What one does
Can we be forgiven
No doubt that we can
But now is the time
To take a stand
If you believe in God
Then follow His word
Over anything else
You might have preferred
A sin is a sin
You can’t wish it away
Morality changes
But what did God say
A sin is a sin
Just like it was then
All I wanna know
Is are you listenin'
A sin is a sin
Like it was before
It won’t go away
Because you ignore
The fact that it is
As it always was
It’s still measured by
What a person does
Thous Shalt not ****
But we’re droppin' like flies
Isn’t it time
That we open our eyes
There is a cost
And a price we must pay
If not right now
It's coming some day
A sin is a sin
You can’t wish it away
Morality changes
But what did God say
A sin is a sin
Just like it was then
All I wanna know
Is are you listenin'
A sin is a sin
Like it was before
It won’t go away
Because you ignore
The fact that it is
As it always was
It’s still measured by
What a person does
A sin is a sin
You can’t wish it away
Morality changes
But what did God say
A sin is a sin
Just like it was then
All I wanna know
Is are you listenin
(c) Copyright, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
The overflowing sadness,
that courses through thy vein.
Thy heavy mask,
that thou places upon thy face,
for thous never-ending show.
But thou always ask is it worth it?
for is it really worth it?.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
small hand delve into the waters
seeking the grand design
and his place in it
spend your days frugally and thin of heart
to what gain
thous endeared to your fleet foot
handsome pretense loose hope
in the everlasting winter of your indifference
small hand offered meek and tentative
but in the midst of torrential rain
it goes without the reply it so needed
withdrawn slowly as if to speak to the thought
am i so unworthy in your eyes
am i so disdained
is this the end of my days
have the words finally escaped me
never to return
the pretty poet holding his hand
whispers to him across the miles that he need
not feel so alone
she dances in her shower and dreams of him
that tender thought
that hopeful and giving heart from far west
helps him endure
recalls to him that this need not be the end of his road
need not think tomorrows joy is unattainable
pretty poet
he cannot always find the words
sometimes for all he wishes to say
his pen lacks the words
except thank you from the bottom of his heart
reprise:
at last at the end of your days
embrace the offered hand
know that you are the first to tread
that lonely wood
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
The brake room is a minefield,
filled with factless options,
readily being shouted across the room.
"Man I can stand thous ****
Clams one boy,
to young to already have his judgement clouded by the hatred in this world.
"It's like all of a sudden this world is loosing it's morals..."
mumbles another,
quietly,
ever so quietly I sit,
surrounded by people who,
though they don't know it,
hate me.
"Those Democrats think they can strip this of all it stands for."
Finally the loudest of them,
turns to me,
and dares to ask,
"What's your option in all this little lady?"
I look at the faces of these men,
all but one are far past there prime,
and I,
the small new girl,
feel like a gazelle surrounded by lions.
They already know my option,
they've assumed,
"You have to be liberal with blue hair like that, no to mention the ****** piercings..."
"Well, I'll put it this way,"
I say when I finally find it in me to speak,
"If I can't cry at my best friends wedding because some,
close minded,
self centered,
*******
are to discussed by the fact that she is not marrying someone who fits there standers,
but instead is marrying for love,
we're gonna have a problem."
They sit there for a minute,
ether pondering my words,
or out of sheer shock that I spoke at all,
and I use that moment to take my leave.
When one shouts after me,
"Eh, your young, your option doesn't even really matter yet."
To which I have no choose but to point out that,
"My option is one of the future, that is where where heading, and it doesn't matter if you like it cuz you have you head to far up your *** to see it anyways."
And with this,
I finally am freed from this accursed room,
from now on I'll take me lunches in my office.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
I take my gun and walk out that door to welcome hell 1.2.3.4.5.6 rounds hit me. I am still stand and i give them back 30 rounds of ammo as i bleed out i and killing all of thous basters that took my love. 1000 of them and 1 of me. I am hell on wheels and I will not stop till you r all dead. 1. 2 .3 .4 .5 .6 .7.8. eight rounds eight dead. A another bullet hits me. As i keep standing i can see my friends be hind them they open fire they are 100 strong. we will fight till we r all dead we will keep you safe. get that r.p.g over her. take that ************* ****** out. You OK. crap you are bleeding out. I am not going to make it. help me up. lets finish this. aaaaaaaaaaaa. 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10...............20. rounds hit me. as i lie there i can see my life flash right be fore my eyes. i am coming my love. i will be there soon.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
All around me are loved ones but even closer is you. You mad me happy ever since we met but now u love some one else i am a man of god. I lost that when you told me how felt. I here the voices yelling talking won ting me to heart thous who i love. i heart you meany times i have felled you my love. i am sorry. will you love me back
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
his rustic way
the easy as they come grin
the soft shine in a hard land
had a gift in his brotherly manner
it was vulture's way
the name didn't fit the man but few do
he was a kind soul
always had time to mend fences
had time to build bridges
and the boy could dance
look at him go in the firelight
while the music sang softly
always thought he was most at home
sharing a meal and the comforts of conversation
few knew him as well as I
spent years chasing dawns early light with my friend
laughing and carrying on like two kids
it was vulture's way
last time ever laid eyes on him
he was laughing and talking with some fine young girl
just as natural as can be
a true hippie
relaxed and at ease with the world
he died later that spring
but to me he will always be alive
in summer breeze and moonlight
watch him dance and shake thous old bones
my good friend will always be there
in every smile i ever see
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 60
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Oh My Beloved! Oh The Master!
Oh The Verity of All Creation
Thou, mercifully spared me from.
The revolution theory of polytheism.
That seemingly promotes the possible existence;
Of the prolific creator more than one.
Thous promptly relieved me from the mental illness, That the prolific creation and;
The divine creator is different entities.
I humbly bow to the Divine Alone The Creator,
And we circumambulate the luminous Throne!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
A little bit of beer,
A little bit of liquor.
The former to get drunk,
The latter a little quicker.
More units,
Than one kidney can digest.
But I enjoy the buzz,
Its the worries I detest.
Its my decision,
To do what I do.
I see what you ingest,
So who the **** are you?!
My body,
My choice,my mistakes.
Ain't got time for the holier than thous,
Fakes and snakes.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
What is this putrid and
vile creature
rapping at my door?
In mangles, borne-
stricken with
a sore decay.
festered arms reaching
thin as blades in winter-
pocked skin draped.
Clawing at gowns
and masks
to no avail.
From such weakened stature
upon the floor
sprawled and lying.
Were ever you proud?
Are you of what John Donne
spoke when he boasted
“Death, be not...”?
Tubes tethered slack
Keep thous poison
from thy veins.
And dance on-
Lo! The broken glory;
rapping still in pain.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC