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Dog WhistleBlow on that whistle would you And by fitful keening, tail twirling I shall run to the house and joy abounds, Allowed, accepted, silent sounds Of hollow silver, rushing air, Feeling firelight on my fur. No further shall I play the stray; For years this dog has missed his day.Dog Whistle
by *Penessence
Golden SandIn salient tastes and sweet succour I strayed from love to lust, Blessed or cursed to drift from shore And leave by choice my choice amor To find my dreams mere dust. Grains that at the waters touch Hurried from my grasping hand, All the while I lighter went And missed that fragile golden sand That quickly I had spent. So crucially; beware the minesGolden Sand
That tick beneath the ocean blue Lust and passion may blur the lines That once seemed clear as day to you.
by *Penessence
The Raft of I the Loser pt. IWe worked in newly mild eves In greens and softly shooting leaves To shape the wood, 'til lacking oars We pushed off from those earthy shores...The Raft of I the Loser pt. I
How far we find ourselves from land- Time passed, but we clung fast And dragged out by the strongest tide, Steeped in waves and slight the raft Beleaguered, precious, cruellest craft To bear the bitter past.
by *Penessence
EndureLike the fieldmouse; Bury yourself in glittering grass, And weather the wintry grasp. For by the palest frosty skies Rove those spectres, twins abroad Ever working, glazing eyes; Creeping cold and famine thawed.Endure
by *Penessence
OctoberSerenity, I fell to sleep, To hide behind a deeper dark That fills the chambers of my chest And slows my racing heartfelt spark. Then foolishness, I dared to dream Though not of clockwork silver screen Nor movie stars or speeding cars I dreamt I was below the stars, And there you were and there was I With grass below and light above Our lamp the spreading summer sky. So need I even speak of love? Or shall I only sally on With baubels here and trinkets there The way your eyes closed in the night The shapes my hands wove in your hair? I woke to pearlOctober
by *Penessence
The DraftA woman waiting by the window, Statue held by bated breath No letters yet, no news of death.The Draft
The draft has come and cleared the board, Of all but Bishops, Knights and Queens. The Pawns have gone to play abroad, And die in budget battle scenes.
To fall with phosphor flashing rounds The Draft has come, Oh empty towns.
by *Penessence
The War Series
KristallnachtWe kept them with our rifles still The young ones dragged in tow, And few upon the long forced march Saw where their road did go.Kristallnacht
Behind the humming fence and pride Of Kristallnacht, such marching greys, To draw the eyes of Europe wide In fear and perhaps wonder.
But none of us did ever face Our finalised and master race, And none of us did ever see The people we had come to be.
by *Penessence
NagasakiWas that a trembling of the ground? And did I hear the tell of guns? If so it were a single round Of magnitude, oh what a sound! To break the Nagasaki airNagasaki
And now the rush of summer rains? What evil shakes my windowpanes? What thunder, what fighting? What battles and lightning?
Why the flash in Japan's skies? Where the roof and how such heat? Why a blindness in my eyes? And why the stink of searing meat?
by *Penessence
To The PremierKorean crops are scarce this year A shame they cannot eat despair Or fear for wilting children kept In darkness of the human soul For while the giant UN slept Kim Jong-il seized on his goalTo The Premier
Then minds were no longer enriched In favour of uranium
by *Penessence
Freedom Square[READ ARTIST COMMENTS AND VIEW LINK FIRST]Freedom Square
First the brief bark of a gun Its muzzle flashing silver teeth And in the chest of everyone, Came first fear, though underneath Guilty thanks that they were spared Then one among the crowd was pared And made distinct by staggered step With desperate sounds of bubbling breath Her family gathered close about But right among them stalked that death Which comes for all, and oh they shout! Though Babel saw our tongues diverge, This scourge annulled by plaintive calls To save her life while still she falls On t
by *Penessence
Random Favourites
"Leaf"On the ground,"Leaf"
Laying at my feet,
Lays a leaf,
Helpless in the street.
Where did it fall from?
Where will it go?
How did it end up here,
And how would I know?
The confetti of nature,
Is fragile and weak,
But it would cry “help me”,
If only it could speak.
Watch it tumble,
Watch it fly,
I’m more than sure,
That the wind will carry it high.
Fly away leaf,
Fly far away,
Fly far away from here,
Fly somewhere and stay.
by ~CanadianIdiot13
Summer StormWith drumming fanfare rain does smash Upon the richly clovered grassSummer Storm
No breath to pause, the lightning strikes To usher in these summer nights.
Flowers flicker through grey-lit air Plaintive stems by tempest swept bare
Then, just as sudden, all is clear All foamy clouds have disappeared.
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Ok I figured from the start that the Lorelei was going to be a siren of some sort, so I looked it up and found it to be a German shapes...
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Despairingly I watch you scheme And draw your dream in blue and cream. Is there honor if I scream? I should smile at that ring But even...
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Hey since you requested some feedback here it is Please don't think at any point I am claiming facts, merely my opinion. You alrea...
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