Drink from the bloody furry cup then? |
Dragons and the kinship of Anu
Behind the subtle veilamongst the chiffon robesof star studded pitchthey dreamLost, but not forgottenas a single strand of silkweaves a thread of remberancethrough Solar...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 14:41:00 GMT |
A poem in Norweign - For our fellow Norsk chums |
Gammel Regning B. For our Norsk friends.Gammel Regning B. Grevlingen vendt mot udyr. Stått der med trusel, i hans grå flanellsprosess. "Sverte jeg Deres øyne og blodig Deres poter. Om De ikke gjort av...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 07:16:00 GMT |
The importance of being ernest... |
Or standing up for what you believe in.
I believe that all drugs should be legalised.
(i) Because then it is an easy way for the government to tax and monitor the situation. By the very act of drugs b...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 17:30:00 GMT |
Free translation, ahhhh oui |
Vieux Bilee B.
Vieux Bilee B. Le Blaireau a fait face à la brute. Tenu là-bas avec la menace, dans son procès de flanellegris.
« Je noircirai vos yeux et sanglant vos pattes. Si vous n'êtes pas fait...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 20:02:00 GMT |
When the going gets tough the tough write poems to express their anger |
The dour poet and the green grass of home Poetically speaking, we're selling our soulsand purging our minds of all of our goals.It's pretty, oh so pretty, like horses & fouls?In a dour poet's worl...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:53:00 GMT |
I bore myself, you know. |
As doG as my witness For loveThe Muslim and the Jew, and the Christian too.The Buddhist and the Sikh, and the Hindu-du-du.And what it means to me, and what it means to you.Will cause a lot of grief, b...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:51:00 GMT |
Clive. |
The Warrior Within For Clive (Not of India)Man stands tall against bright skyA silhouetted embrace to all passers-byFor love he knows and knows no lieA gesture wrought to make me cryStrong he be in li...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:49:00 GMT |
Seriously, do not read this if you are easily offended. |
You Are Not Special No, that's right. We all are.If I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand, thousand times!May I tell you my responce?Lips puckered up, sucking tender limes.A coffee induced stat...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:48:00 GMT |
*sigh* poems, eh? |
Not to be considered Ever in a momentDance the light fantastic!Dance with ribbons wound from plastic.Give yourself the full bombastic,machinations spewed monastic.Don't give in,to the petty toil that ...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:46:00 GMT |
I write poems sometimes... |
We missed the beginning and we won't be round for the end. For IorHarpies sit upon their throne.I wonder not if I'm alone.Stories old, they past my home.Bring not with, when soul is prone.To ancients ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 13:10:00 GMT |
