Moondragons 4
blake believed
in apocalypse
by imagination:
this requires
first armageddon
with despair
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But Don't Despair
Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.
But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!
So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Armageddon
Krayzie, souljah boy, mo! hart, felecia, and thug queen:thug mentality 1999
Krayzie bone
The time has come...let us unite...mo!
Thug queen
My heavenly fathers children (felecia my heavenly father) the time has come for
Judgement/ armageddon/ false prophets
Never blend in/ for we are revelation angels descending for our sins (kb my
Lordy-lord) no need to pretend
For providin me oxygen, I loved since I began/ prayin to wash away my sins/
Babylon the great, has fallen
Offsprings of the wicked one, crawlin/ fearin that their lord is callin/
Bless these seeds of the almighty.
(so much hostility installed in me) destination of the infamous (burn eternally)
Bless these seeds of the almighty
(so much hostility installed in). destination of any earth(burn eternally)
Krayzie
Oh, look what weve done, what have we brung? oh, look what weve done, what
Have we brung?
Souljah boy
Its armageddon/ pay attention/ you better recognize, the end is comin
Youll be wishin it wasnt time to die cuz I can see and I can feel it/ its
All in my bones
And aint no tellin when you livin, youre dead and gone, but strong
We come through this war/ I thought you knew its over/ we recruit, they loot
And loot
You better be prepared to shoot/ so look out boy (and its really comin) uh-oh,
Uh-oh
Krayzie
No no, not no evil system/ armageddon bring new kingdom
Hey, tell me where you runnin too, cuz when I find youyoure marked by the
Beast
So youre not a surviver/ so its time to die, kiss ourselves good-bye/ the
Whole world
Bites the dust, couldnt live; were corrupted up
Souljah boy
Enough, get up and get yourself together/ get your kids
Cuz they rebellin, got to learn em the lesson/ its tough, youre brought
Caught up in your own web/ and its your fault, got no pulse/ armageddon
bout havin you broke off, but, still you dont wanna learn, learn
(standin too) close to that fire, get burned, burned
Krayzie
Murda is comin to get us (believe it) can see it in front of your face
(you can feel it) I hear all the screamin/ the vision of killin us, swiftly
Finna get rid of
Us wicked ones/ its the end of the world/ puttin us all in a coffin/ but yall
Dont be
Feelin me now? how silly can we be? its judgement day as we speak (speak)
And there aint no other road (no!) death is the only way to go, slow
Murda is comin to get us, split us, all within time/ armageddon...
-refrain (felecia)-
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Armageddon (feat. Souljah Boy, Mo! Hart, Thug Queen & Felecia)
Krayzie, Souljah Boy, Mo! Hart, Felecia, and Thug Queen:Thug Mentality 1999
Krayzie Bone
The time has come...Let us unite...Mo!
Thug Queen
My heavenly father's children (Felecia My heavenly father) the time has come for
judgement/ Armageddon/ False prophets
never blend in/ For we are revelation angels descending for our sins (KB My
Lordy-Lord) No need to pretend
For providin' me oxygen, I loved since I began/ Prayin' to wash away my sins/
Babylon the Great, has fallen
Offsprings of the wicked one, crawlin'/ Fearin' that their Lord is callin'/
Bless these seeds of the Almighty.
(So much hostility installed in me) Destination of the infamous (burn eternally)
Bless these seeds of the Almighty
(So much hostility installed in). Destination of any earth(burn eternally)
Krayzie
Oh, look what we've done, what have we brung? Oh, look what we've done, what
have we brung?
Souljah Boy
It's Armageddon/ Pay attention/ You better recognize, the end is comin'
You'll be wishin' it wasn't time to die cuz I can see and I can feel it/ It's
all in my bones
And ain't no tellin' when you livin', you're dead and gone, but strong
We come through this war/ I thought you knew it's over/ We recruit, they loot
and loot
You better be prepared to shoot/ So look out boy (And it's really comin') Uh-oh,
uh-oh
Krayzie
No no, not no evil system/ Armageddon bring new kingdom
Hey, tell me where you runnin' too, cuz when I find youYou're marked by the
beast
So you're not a surviver/ So it's time to die, kiss ourselves good-bye/ The
whole world
bites the dust, couldn't live; we're corrupted up
Souljah Boy
Enough, get up and get yourself together/ Get your kids
Cuz they rebellin', got to learn 'em the lesson/ It's tough, you're brought
Caught up in your own web/ And it's your fault, got no pulse/ Armageddon
'bout havin' you broke off, but, still you don't wanna learn, learn
(Standin' too) close to that fire, get burned, burned
Krayzie
Murda is comin' to get us (believe it) Can see it in front of your face
(You can feel it) I hear all the screamin'/ The vision of killin' us, swiftly
finna get rid of
us wicked ones/ It's the end of the world/ Puttin' us all in a coffin/ But y'all
don't be
feelin' me now? How silly can we be? It's judgement day as we speak (speak)
And there ain't no other road (No!) Death is the only way to go, slow
Murda is comin' to get us, split us, all within time/ Armageddon...
-Refrain (Felecia)-
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Pearl
Pearl of delight that a prince doth please
To grace in gold enclosed so clear,
I vow that from over orient seas
Never proved I any in price her peer.
So round, so radiant ranged by these,
So fine, so smooth did her sides appear
That ever in judging gems that please
Her only alone I deemed as dear.
Alas! I lost her in garden near:
Through grass to the ground from me it shot;
I pine now oppressed by love-wound drear
For that pearl, mine own, without a spot.
2
Since in that spot it sped from me,
I have looked and longed for that precious thing
That me once was wont from woe to free,
To uplift my lot and healing bring,
But my heart doth hurt now cruelly,
My breast with burning torment sting.
Yet in secret hour came soft to me
The sweetest song I e'er heard sing;
Yea, many a thought in mind did spring
To think that her radiance in clay should rot.
O mould! Thou marrest a lovely thing,
My pearl, mine own, without a spot.
3
In that spot must needs be spices spread
Where away such wealth to waste hath run;
Blossoms pale and blue and red
There shimmer shining in the sun;
No flower nor fruit their hue may shed
Where it down into darkling earth was done,
For all grass must grow from grains that are dead,
No wheat would else to barn be won.
From good all good is ever begun,
And fail so fair a seed could not,
So that sprang and sprouted spices none
From that precious pearl without a spot.
4
That spot whereof I speak I found
When I entered in that garden green,
As August's season high came round
When corn is cut with sickles keen.
There, where that pearl rolled down, a mound
With herbs was shadowed fair and sheen,
With gillyflower, ginger, and gromwell crowned,
And peonies powdered all between.
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Hum Bom!
Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb'd them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
Who do we bomb?
What do we do?
You bomb! You bomb them!
What do we do?
You bomb! You bomb them!
What do we do?
We bomb! We bomb you!
What do we do?
You bomb! You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb?
We bomb you!
Whom bomb? You bomb you!
Whom bomb?
You bomb you!
Whydja bomb?
We didn't wanna bomb!
Whydja bomb?
We didn't wanna bomb!
Whydja bomb?
You didn't wanna bomb!
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poem by Allen Ginsberg
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Goody Blake and Harry Gill
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter?
What is't that ails young Harry Gill?
That evermore his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still!
Of waistcoats Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
In March, December, and in July,
'Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
The neighbours tell, and tell you truly,
His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
At night, at morning, and at noon,
'Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon,
His teeth they chatter, chatter still!
Young Harry was a lusty drover,
And who so stout of limb as he?
His cheeks were red as ruddy clover;
His voice was like the voice of three.
Old Goody Blake was old and poor;
Ill fed she was, and thinly clad;
And any man who passed her door
Might see how poor a hut she had.
All day she spun in her poor dwelling:
And then her three hours' work at night,
Alas! 'twas hardly worth the telling,
It would not pay for candle-light.
Remote from sheltered village-green,
On a hill's northern side she dwelt,
Where from sea-blasts the hawthorns lean,
And hoary dews are slow to melt.
By the same fire to boil their pottage,
Two poor old Dames, as I have known,
Will often live in one small cottage;
But she, poor Woman! housed alone.
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm, lightsome summer-day,
Then at her door the 'canty' Dame
Would sit, as any linnet, gay.
But when the ice our streams did fetter,
Oh then how her old bones would shake!
You would have said, if you had met her,
'Twas a hard time for Goody Blake.
Her evenings then were dull and dead:
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poem by William Wordsworth
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Despair Of The Early Morning
DESPAIR OF THE EARLY MORNING
Despair of the early morning
Despair of the darkness
Despair of the Despair
Despair of Old Age
Despair of the road closed
Despair of nothing to do
Despair of nowhere to go
Despair of endless errands
Despair of money running out
Despair of the message of Despair
One transmits to those one loves.
Despair that has to be resisted
Despair that the light of the day
Will help me overcome
Despair I will pray my way out of
Despair I will in the course of the day
Sometime overcome.
Not the great Despair
The unending Despair
The final Despair.
The small Despair of who I am and where I am now.
The Despair that still can be resisted,
By the writing of a few awkward lines
Early in the morning.
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Sympathy For The Parents
Some Bitch: I want to know um...why it is that all of you
Seem to have satanic signs all over you
and what is that make...
Does this music cause you to do what you do?
Manson: Is that directed at us or the parents?
Donahure: That's funny......Twiggy
Manson: Does the music cause us to do what we do?
Donahure: That's your little tape recorder...ok
Manson: We cause the music to do what it does...I think
I think moshing is a sign of what christians would call uh...the
Apocalypse
...the Apocalypse
...the Apocalypse
...the Apocalypse
...the Apocalypse
...the Apocalypse
...the Apocalypse
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Apocalypse
Intro:
Yeah, I was looking out my window
When I heard this sound
Look up into the sky
Saw the moon turned to blood
Looked at my little brother
Said, you high as hell maaan
Chorus:
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
We we yall, yeah, we we yall
Verse one:
Arrival of the carnival
New beats, I never recycle
While your looking for samples
You might get trampled
Surprise, hey
Im back with lightning and thunder
I heard you over saying that I was a one year wonder
You dumb or some, I went to refugees
Silly felony, when Im done
Collect royalty from record companys
Clouds getting darker
Suns getting nearer
Ill turn a atheist into a God fearing believer
The back of a building
Your bodys found by children
Playin hide go seek
All we found was his skeleton
In the back of a car
You spawned with the wrong guard
You know my empire strikes back hard
Listen hard, war
This is the day after action
Projects, cannons
Being launched at the palace
Vision, revelation
Sky know apocalypse
Enemy pilots kamikaze into the abyss
Chorus:
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
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Apocalypse
Intro:
Yeah, I was looking out my window
When I heard this sound
Look up into the sky
Saw the moon turned to blood
Looked at my little brother
Said, you high as hell maaan
Chorus:
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
We we yall, yeah, we we yall
Verse one:
Arrival of the carnival
New beats, I never recycle
While your looking for samples
You might get trampled
Surprise, hey
Im back with lightning and thunder
I heard you over saying that I was a one year wonder
You dumb or some, I went to refugees
Silly felony, when Im done
Collect royalty from record companys
Clouds getting darker
Suns getting nearer
Ill turn a atheist into a God fearing believer
The back of a building
Your bodys found by children
Playin hide go seek
All we found was his skeleton
In the back of a car
You spawned with the wrong guard
You know my empire strikes back hard
Listen hard, war
This is the day after action
Projects, cannons
Being launched at the palace
Vision, revelation
Sky know apocalypse
Enemy pilots kamikaze into the abyss
Chorus:
Apocalypse..
1,2 the headlines youths just rolled through
Apocalypse..
3,4 solder, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse..
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit or miss
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I Believed You
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed what you said
The lovin days were through
But you were fooling around
I found somebody who,
Will never never take your place
Will never give me your embrace
But now that youve shown your face
Youve broken her heart too.
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just cant leave her blue
Or else Ill be alone
Well I just cant leave her now
It wouldnt be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now youve broken her heart too
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just cant leave her blue
Or else Ill be alone
Well I just cant leave her now
It wouldnt be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now youve broken her heart too
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
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Hunted Down
Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,
Been out since the night of escape - two years under horror and ban.
In a time full of thunder and rain, when hurricanes hackled the tree,
He slipt through the sludge of a drain, and swam a fierce fork of the sea.
Through the roar of the storm, and the ring
and the wild savage whistle of hail,
Did this naked, whipt, desperate thing
break loose from the guards of the gaol.
And breasting the foam of the bay, and facing the fangs of the bight,
With a great cruel cry on his way, he dashed through the darkness of night.
But foiled was the terror of fin, and baffled the strength of the tide,
For a devil supported his chin and a fiend kept a watch at his side.
And hands of iniquity drest the hellish hyena, and gave
Him food in the hills of the west - in cells of indefinite cave.
Then, strengthened and weaponed, this peer
of the brute, on the track of its prey,
Sprang out, and shed sorrow and fear through the beautiful fields of the day.
And pillage and murder, and worse, swept peace from the face of the land -
The black, bitter work of this curse with the blood on his infamous hand.
But wolf of the hills at the end - chased back to the depths of his lair -
Had horror for neighbour and friend - he supped in the dark with despair.
A whisper of leaf or a breath of the wind in the watch of the night
Was ever as message of death to this devil bent double with fright.
For now were the hunters abroad; and the fiend like an adder at bay,
Cast out of the sight of the Lord, in the folds of his fastnesses lay.
Yea, skulking in pits of the slime - in venomous dens of eclipse -
He cowered and bided his time, with the white malice set on his lips.
Two years had his shadow been cast in forest, on highway, and run;
But Nemesis tracked him at last, and swept him from under the sun.
Foul felons in chains were ashamed to speak of the bloodthirsty thing
Who lived, like a panther inflamed, the life that no singer can sing -
Who butchered one night in the wild three women, a lad, and a maid,
And cut the sweet throat of a child - its mother's pure blood on his blade!
But over the plains and away by the range and the forested lake,
Rode hard, for a week and a day, the terrible tracker, Dick Blake.
Dick Blake had the scent of a hound, the eye of a lynx, and could track
Where never a sign on the ground or the rock could be seen by the black.
A rascal at large, when he heard that Blake was out hard at his heels,
Felt just as the wilderness bird, in the snare fettered hopelessly, feels.
And, hence, when the wolf with the brand of Cain written thrice on his face,
Knew terrible Dick was at hand, he slunk like a snake to his place -
To the depths of his kennel he crept, far back in the passages dim;
But Blake and his mates never slept; they hunted and listened for him.
The mountains were many, but he who had captured big Terrigal Bill,
The slayer of Hawkins and Lee, found tracks by a conical hill.
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Tiger's Rumour and other Parodies William Blake - The Tyger
Tyger’s Rumour
Rumour rushing rampant right
round faithless forests of wraith night,
what immoral hand or eye
could frame fly tearless symmetry?
In what deep and dark disguise
spread irking libel, lurking lies?
on what wasp wings dare they aspire –
e’er slander sting tongues air fame liar?
What woeful infamous black art
wrung toxic sinews, tocsin heart
rung when sin heart broke cheating beat,
what sleight of hand to greet deceit!
What wrong's hammer, what strong chain?
in what furnace forged? What brain
fed wily worms sly envy's [g]rasp,
bred spiteful deadly [t]errors’ [g]asp?
11 December 1991 revised 18 September 2009 robi3_0504_blak1_0003 PXX_JXX for previous version see below
Parody William BLAKE 1757_1827 The Tyger
Tyger’s Rumour
Rumour rushing rampant right
round faithless forests of wraith night,
what immortal hand or eye
could frame fly tearless symmetry?
In what deep and dark disguise
spread irking libel, lurking lies?
On what wasp wings dare they aspire –
e’er slander sting tongues air fame liar?
What woeful infamous black art
wrung toxic sinews, tocsin heart
rung when sin heart broke cheating beat,
what sleight of hand to greet deceit!
What wrong's hammer, what strong chain?
In what furnace forged? What brain
fed wily worms sly envy's [g]rasp,
bred them deadly, errors’ [g]asp?
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Tyger's Eye - after William Blake
Tyger's Eye
Tyger Tyger, once again
we'll praise your uncontested reign
where golden eye implies rebirth,
of jungle lord's word none constrain.
From distant deeps of tropic skies.
to forests sparse where eagle flies,
your power ripples round world's girth -
how could it e'er be otherwise?
Strength in each and every part
needs no paltry poet's art
to illustrate your peerless worth
which rhymes through time in class apart.
Neither hammer, chain, may blind
furnace features, anvil mind,
you represent upon this Earth
both force and freedom none may bind.
[c] Jonathan Robin - parody William Blake written 27 June 2008 robi3_1775_blak1_0003 PXX_CNX
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The Tyger
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes!
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare sieze the fire!
And what shoulder, and what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand! and what dread feet!
What the hammer! what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain
What the anvil, what dread grasp,
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Lost Mr. Blake
Mr. Blake was a regular out-and-out hardened sinner,
Who was quite out of the pale of Christianity, so to speak,
He was in the habit of smoking a long pipe and drinking a glass of
grog on a Sunday after dinner,
And seldom thought of going to church more than twice or - if Good
Friday or Christmas Day happened to come in it - three times a
week.
He was quite indifferent as to the particular kinds of dresses
That the clergyman wore at church where he used to go to pray,
And whatever he did in the way of relieving a chap's distresses,
He always did in a nasty, sneaking, underhanded, hole-and-corner
sort of way.
I have known him indulge in profane, ungentlemanly emphatics,
When the Protestant Church has been divided on the subject of the
proper width of a chasuble's hem;
I have even known him to sneer at albs - and as for dalmatics,
Words can't convey an idea of the contempt he expressed for THEM.
He didn't believe in persons who, not being well off themselves,
are obliged to confine their charitable exertions to collecting
money from wealthier people,
And looked upon individuals of the former class as ecclesiastical
hawks;
He used to say that he would no more think of interfering with his
priest's robes than with his church or his steeple,
And that he did not consider his soul imperilled because somebody
over whom he had no influence whatever, chose to dress himself up
like an exaggerated GUY FAWKES.
This shocking old vagabond was so unutterably shameless
That he actually went a-courting a very respectable and pious
middle-aged sister, by the name of BIGGS.
She was a rather attractive widow, whose life as such had always
been particularly blameless;
Her first husband had left her a secure but moderate competence,
owing to some fortunate speculations in the matter of figs.
She was an excellent person in every way - and won the respect even
of MRS. GRUNDY,
She was a good housewife, too, and wouldn't have wasted a penny if
she had owned the Koh-i-noor.
She was just as strict as he was lax in her observance of Sunday,
And being a good economist, and charitable besides, she took all
the bones and cold potatoes and broken pie-crusts and candle-ends
(when she had quite done with them), and made them into an
excellent soup for the deserving poor.
I am sorry to say that she rather took to BLAKE - that outcast of
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Despair Is Darkness
DESPAIR IS DARKNESS
Despair is darkness-
Despair is death inside and death in the world and death in one’s own sad soul-
Despair is no way out -
Despair is the place where one is forever stuck -
Despair is the realization that one has done what one could – and one is not going anywhere else-
Despair is the admission of failure-
Despair is no sign of help anywhere around-
Despair is so much lost-
Despair is one‘s life is over-
Despair is regret-
Despair is the sense that one will never have the time to have another chance -
Despair is ‘it’s finished’-
Despair is no way out-
Despair is going down and more down and more dark and more afraid all the time -
Despair is the scream which hurts and does not stop the hurting -
Despair is the understanding that even Death will not save one -
Despair is that the pain will never end-not even with death.
Despair is no way out again and again and again- without end.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Canon Of Aughrim
You ask me of English honour, whether your Nation is just?
Justice for us is a word divine, a name we revere,
Alas, no more than a name, a thing laid by in the dust.
The world shall know it again, but not in this month or year.
Honour? Oh no, you profane it. Justice? What words! What deeds!
Look at the suppliant Earth with its living burden of men.
Here and to Hindostan the nations and kings and creeds
Praise your name as a god's, the god of their children slain.
Which of us doubts your justice? It is not here in the West,
After six hundred years of pitiless legal war,
The sons of our soil are in doubt. They know, who have borne it, best:
The world is famished for justice. You give us a stone, your law.
These are its fruits. Yet, think you, the Ireland where men weep
Once was a jubilant land and dear to the Saints of God.
All you have made it to--day is a hell to conquer and keep,
Yours by the right of the strongest hand, the right of the rod.
History tells the story in signs deep writ on the soil,
Plain and clear in indelible type both for fools and wise.
Here is no need of books, of any expositor's coil.
He who runs may read, and he may weep who has eyes.
This is the plain of Aughrim, renowned in our Irish story
Because of the blood that was shed, the last in arms by our sons,
A fight in battle array, with more of grief than of glory,
Where as a Nation we died to dirge of your English guns.
So the Chroniclers tell us, and turn in silence their page,
Ending the fighting here. I tell you the Chroniclers lie.
Spite of the hush of the dead, the battle from age to age
Flames on still through the land, and still at men's hands men die.
Look! I will show you the footsteps of those who have died at your hand,
Done to death by your law, alas, and not by the sword,
Only their work remaining, a nations's track in the sand,
Ridge and furrow of ancient fields half hid in the sward.
Step by step they retreated. You fenced them out with your Pale,
Back from township and city and cornland fair by the Sea.
Waterford, Youghal and Wexford you took and the Golden Vale.
Tears were their portion assigned: for you their demesnes in fee.
Back to the forest and bog. They shouldered their spades like men,
Fought with the wolf and the rock and the hunger which holds the hill.
Still new homesteads arose where fever lurked in the fen,
Still your law was a sword that hunted and dogged them still.
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poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Sprinkle drinkle in the bar
Sprinkle drinkle in the bar
how I wonder what side car
I’ll rush into as some knight
whets my blurry appetite.
Drinkle, twinkle, little bar –
only hope you’re up to par!
When to blazes one is gone
ten more line up for the fun,
can I, canned, quite see the light,
can I dream of selenite?
Drinkle drinkle nothing bar –
spare a dropp for grandmama!
When rich traveller in the dark
thanks one for the little lark
two play at in dark car park,
take him for a ride stripped stark.
One should thank that lucky star
and save a tip[ple] for mamma!
But – night’s curtains rise – still keep
all Tom’s change to pay for peep,
one should never shut an eye
till its time to say goodbye!
Drinkle’s cost? - what’s lost won’t count
[hope it is a large amount] J
As his drooping tiny spark
stands not on ceremony, mark,
one should heave par[s]ting remark -
“ciao” then leave him in the dark!
Drinkle, drinkle little bar
Closing time’s the best by far!
When at last Night’s curtain falls
Knight takes no more curtain calls,
see his bark grow[l] worse than bite –
both, if witnessed, could indict –...
Help I’m summoned to the bar
no-contest? judgement won by star?
19 March 2005 Parody Ann & Jane TAYLOR The Star, William Blake Tyger
'The Star'
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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I'm Better Than That!
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not,
Greedy a lot.
I know I'm better than just sleazy.
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not,
Greedy a lot.
I know I'm better than just sleazy
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
So many pick up wrong meanings,
From what is perceived and...
Not known.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
What is believed and seen as shown.
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not,
Greedy a lot.
I know I'm better than just sleazy
I'm not that hopeless cat.
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not,
Greedy a lot.
I know I'm better than just sleazy
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I'm better than that.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
What is believed and seen as shown.
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The City of Dreadful Night
Per me si va nella citta dolente.
--Dante
Poi di tanto adoprar, di tanti moti
D'ogni celeste, ogni terrena cosa,
Girando senza posa,
Per tornar sempre la donde son mosse;
Uso alcuno, alcun frutto
Indovinar non so.
Sola nel mondo eterna, a cui si volve
Ogni creata cosa,
In te, morte, si posa
Nostra ignuda natura;
Lieta no, ma sicura
Dell' antico dolor . . .
Pero ch' esser beato
Nega ai mortali e nega a' morti il fato.
--Leopardi
PROEM
Lo, thus, as prostrate, "In the dust I write
My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears."
Yet why evoke the spectres of black night
To blot the sunshine of exultant years?
Why disinter dead faith from mouldering hidden?
Why break the seals of mute despair unbidden,
And wail life's discords into careless ears?
Because a cold rage seizes one at whiles
To show the bitter old and wrinkled truth
Stripped naked of all vesture that beguiles,
False dreams, false hopes, false masks and modes of youth;
Because it gives some sense of power and passion
In helpless innocence to try to fashion
Our woe in living words howe'er uncouth.
Surely I write not for the hopeful young,
Or those who deem their happiness of worth,
Or such as pasture and grow fat among
The shows of life and feel nor doubt nor dearth,
Or pious spirits with a God above them
To sanctify and glorify and love them,
Or sages who foresee a heaven on earth.
For none of these I write, and none of these
Could read the writing if they deigned to try;
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poem by James Thomson
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