"wize" poems
Preponderant enchantments written
With dawns bereft tears
Of a hircine mendicant
Upon a necromantic acorn
Thirsting times wild-wize monition
During a week of sundays
Atide sins wake awash
Clarities purification.
Natures immure debt drawing
Maledictions masterpiece,
Leys bane web mercifully mirroring
Obsidian sibilant eyes
Peccably prenouncing the portent
Languid whisper inquisitorially;
Heavens augumented vestments
Distinguishable amid eternities
Pensive shade as thuriferous
Hallowed tombs loom black
As ink, somewhere that was
Thought to be void far between
The dark hour anchoring the
Fractured talisman of loves memoirs.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 11:49 AM UTC
a woman stood with silver hair
laugh lines had long set in
a kind smile she gives to me
a lifelong tail she spins
of mr right and mr wrong
of love and of deceit
of all the wemen excluding her
her man swept off their feet
she tells me of her children
and the hard times that they shared
the laughter thats between them
and the burdens that they bear
she reminisced of good old times
a smile apon her face
she told me not a single momment
ever i should waste
she told me that its crazy
how quickly time flies
how so often if she could
shed trade time for being wize
she told me id be ok
in this world of mine
if i could only find someone
to share it by my side
i told her i had found the one
she didnt seem surprised
for at 18 she too
was to be a bride
so were alike in many ways
young love was hers and mine
im glad to let her relive this
at least one more time
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
Within the fires are the spirits
The gong upon our anvil
As such arms can only be made in Heaven.
Of various persons each known to his part
Distinct are the Poet and the Dreamer
And so I was Gods ape,
Piety so chaste
I hold it half a sin
Entering the cold broken world
Thus Adam lamented to himself aloud.
"No coward soul is mine
What will come at last too soon
For honour bit-wize travels
Unwinking on this fair ship 'Life'".
But there was resistance involved
The swift blazing flag of regiment
As bare as a birds tail
To make a clean breast
The iron entered my soul.
I pray you
The earthly bribble-brabble
A veil for the glory of Angels
Lest evil tidings to utter
To turn and face them
And see ones self
Not to be lost but by the makers hand.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Call me ******* to your mother because I cuh-cuh-couldn't feel the trembling heat reaking havok on the in thigh stubble. Ow! **** sorry stub my toe. I'm moving slow enough to double dutch with a couple couple cookie crisp. Ishy on the in dispute. Grarly upon the laudry booth smoochie smooching on farting fairies flarping from the ex-haust.
Sorry my brain feels soft ffrom the rock salt. Hoochie snoochie snooting snorks slimey nap-cloth. Froze from the several palms second had palsy freezing in the eager eggnog. Ice over sire's searing sultry silken sick souly sullen franklin flame Bob. Billy will wally dilly Dally caught a fifty fatty rattle ****** daddy daddy daddy daddy, Fat Father igloos freak me father freak me father freak me father Im chuching my maugwa. Ma saws my mucho munched muddy crusty killer toes rain, ***** Are you hearing me gravel up your ****** hairs hurting from the rusty ****** clamps. I'm krusty crab freaking funk got me wondering why? okay wize guy wicked wonder wall watch my quest for questioning Ghostface Killah. I'm Slaid Cosby I ****** your daugher younger than the fury from you first tooth.
I wish you spat my drizzle from the furry foster the kids frontporch pistol grip.
Hop scotch?
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
gdzie wasze serca? na hawaiiach?
co, kurwa, serdeczne mi:
szkoda że cie tu nie
było na pocztuwce? o kurwa... hlups!
a gdzie wasze oczy?
kurwa mać,
na antarktydzie?
ty na wize-wize w głąb
kapusty, czy w prost:
na czele marszem
w krąg znawy:
cebula, na setki pokrojona,
a potem w otchłan
tluszczu... smażona...
taka to jebana krewetka;
you have to the count of three
to create the missing graphemes
that already exist in
your tongue: cz, sz, rz...
diacritical marks will not save
cz (č), or sz with (š),
you already know the latter rz (ż)...
for fuck's sake...
craft some decent graphemes
for "twin"-consonants.
*w portki rżnąć... ******** their pants.*
come on! create at least one
original grapheme,
akin to what the germans did with eszett...
ß
æ œ
? let's have a mummy!
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC