"tsac" poems - Hello Poetry

The wicked never rest Tset eht ssap yeht fi For they scream this night Thgis morf edih yeht dna They come to close your eyes Seirc rieht era esruc a They come for you, be assured Drawer ruoy eb llahs htaed rof The wicked will come at last Tsac eb lliw lleps rieht dna You can not run if you try Eid si od won nac uoy lla

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Feb 24, 2010

Feb 24, 2010 at 2:50 PM UTC

Darkpoetsoul

The Wicked (Boustrophedon)

The wicked never rest Tset eht ssap yeht fi For they scream this night Thgis morf edih yeht dna They come to close your eyes Seirc rieht era esruc a They come for you, be assured Drawer ruoy eb llahs htaed rof The wicked will come at last Tsac eb lliw lleps rieht dna You can not run if you try Eid si od won nac uoy lla

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Underneath our masks we paint our faces too pale; Fraudulent smiles Only must we wear in this play? Tragedy makes the inks run Audience sobs too, yet we are too numb to vex; Merely convincing Plot: ignore true emotion Please enjoy our props Sensationalist amusement at its finest; Ready made to sell Come one, come all and feel Masques and poems enhance the play Scripts all written by poets, Saints and Prodigies; Artless art makers Publish our dear Mother Earth Her manuscript grows everyday Their realities denied with good intentions; So that we may live A life of meaning and play In a world of vast settings

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Mar 26, 2012

Mar 26, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC

Jayelbe

The Great Play (A Renga collaboration with tsac)

Underneath our masks we paint our faces too pale; Fraudulent smiles Only must we wear in this play? Tragedy makes the inks run Audience sobs too, yet we are too numb to vex; Merely convincing Plot: ignore true emotion Please enjoy our props Sensationalist amusement at its finest; Ready made to sell Come one, come all and feel Masques and poems enhance the play Scripts all written by poets, Saints and Prodigies; Artless art makers Publish our dear Mother Earth Her manuscript grows everyday Their realities denied with good intentions; So that we may live A life of meaning and play In a world of vast settings

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dead summer sun shines between my bones long crooked shadows how long have I sat here? oaks shade gave way to yellow oblique rays illuminate these dessicated sockets gilded parched pastures all dew has been up and took long before I first awoke autumn crows' appetite my earthly flesh plucked away I hear my heartbeat thump thump as the rabbit runs knowing winters frosty breath the rabbit-catcher's campfire cannot warm shivering bones under their dry leafy quilt all desire is quelled . . . content with malodorous meat from this hollow frame my ice-glazed scaffold coyote steals a femur it was mine to freely give suffering it was his to take my gnawed bleached bones scattered ,full transformation predator to prey play to the nature of things sea transience by precipitant moon 4.12.12 A collaborative renga written with tsac

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Apr 13, 2012

Apr 13, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC

joanna-dibble

seasoned (renga) written with tsac

dead summer sun shines between my bones long crooked shadows how long have I sat here? oaks shade gave way to yellow oblique rays illuminate these dessicated sockets gilded parched pastures all dew has been up and took long before I first awoke autumn crows' appetite my earthly flesh plucked away I hear my heartbeat thump thump as the rabbit runs knowing winters frosty breath the rabbit-catcher's campfire cannot warm shivering bones under their dry leafy quilt all desire is quelled . . . content with malodorous meat from this hollow frame my ice-glazed scaffold coyote steals a femur it was mine to freely give suffering it was his to take my gnawed bleached bones scattered ,full transformation predator to prey play to the nature of things sea transience by precipitant moon 4.12.12 A collaborative renga written with tsac

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Of little paws, innocent, precious ones their spirit snatched. Gone. Sold to the Chinese factories The irony of the elephant. They hunger for hides for skins and bones, for coats. Ignoring the blood they burn plastic by the ocean - will justice be so long to come? A life in a cage not a choice, taken by force helpless and broken how does it feel to melt when polar ice caps are home? In the beginning, authority was given, with responsibility for ours is a gift, but why do we throw Consciousness away?

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Aug 10, 2013

Aug 10, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC

for-the-sparrows

Our Voiceless Friends (collaboration with tsac)

Of little paws, innocent, precious ones their spirit snatched. Gone. Sold to the Chinese factories The irony of the elephant. They hunger for hides for skins and bones, for coats. Ignoring the blood they burn plastic by the ocean - will justice be so long to come? A life in a cage not a choice, taken by force helpless and broken how does it feel to melt when polar ice caps are home? In the beginning, authority was given, with responsibility for ours is a gift, but why do we throw Consciousness away?

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It is said that if you read a poem called Tomino’s Hell If read out loud things will not end well As it is a way to summon Tomino who was cast down For questioning & challenging Gods word When he fell there was a crack, even the living had heard Tomino fell from heaven, straight to hell His mouth sowed shut for no secrets can he tell He was not prepared with the hell he was shown As Lucifer sits upon his mighty throne With a surprisingly gently voice he says to not be afraid He was not as what is imagined or portrayed He is beyond the concept of beauty, its hard to explain The torture, once you think there can’t be a higher pain It gets worse; seemingly endless you start to go insane Like heaven, each hell is designed just for you, none are the same In Tomino’s you are constantly ripped apart And a sensation, like someone squeezing your heart Then it gets really dangerous & bad when you start to yearn For the pain and the sweet, agonizing burn Some may escape to the land of the living, but they always return Especially Tomino who always brings a soul in tow So whatever you do, don’t read aloud the poem below: Tomino’s Poem (Don’t read it, especially out loud!) Enota ot nwod tsac neeb evah yam onimot Enola ti o got sesufer eh tub Oot nwod uoy gard lliw eh denommus si eh nehw os Odnu ro epacse on si ereht, seod eh ecno Od ot evah uoy lla s’that, doula meop eht woleb daer Uoy rof emoc lliw onimot dna Eurtnu si nettirw saw tahw rof Uoy dniheb kool llew, daeh ruoy ni daer uoy fi, oob Lley dna maercs uoy sa nwod uoy gard lliw eh Lleh s’onimot ot emoclew dna seye ruoy nepo Try reading it if you dare But please beware Because once you do Your soul is sold to you know who And while you are tortured, the scars on your soul adorning Don’t say you had no warning! Based On An Urban Legend

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Mar 1, 2025

Mar 1, 2025 at 1:10 AM UTC

Eliana-Knight

Tomino’s Hell

It is said that if you read a poem called Tomino’s Hell If read out loud things will not end well As it is a way to summon Tomino who was cast down For questioning & challenging Gods word When he fell there was a crack, even the living had heard Tomino fell from heaven, straight to hell His mouth sowed shut for no secrets can he tell He was not prepared with the hell he was shown As Lucifer sits upon his mighty throne With a surprisingly gently voice he says to not be afraid He was not as what is imagined or portrayed He is beyond the concept of beauty, its hard to explain The torture, once you think there can’t be a higher pain It gets worse; seemingly endless you start to go insane Like heaven, each hell is designed just for you, none are the same In Tomino’s you are constantly ripped apart And a sensation, like someone squeezing your heart Then it gets really dangerous & bad when you start to yearn For the pain and the sweet, agonizing burn Some may escape to the land of the living, but they always return Especially Tomino who always brings a soul in tow So whatever you do, don’t read aloud the poem below: Tomino’s Poem (Don’t read it, especially out loud!) Enota ot nwod tsac neeb evah yam onimot Enola ti o got sesufer eh tub Oot nwod uoy gard lliw eh denommus si eh nehw os Odnu ro epacse on si ereht, seod eh ecno Od ot evah uoy lla s’that, doula meop eht woleb daer Uoy rof emoc lliw onimot dna Eurtnu si nettirw saw tahw rof Uoy dniheb kool llew, daeh ruoy ni daer uoy fi, oob Lley dna maercs uoy sa nwod uoy gard lliw eh Lleh s’onimot ot emoclew dna seye ruoy nepo Try reading it if you dare But please beware Because once you do Your soul is sold to you know who And while you are tortured, the scars on your soul adorning Don’t say you had no warning! Based On An Urban Legend

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