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TickingTick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
Moments leading to more limbo.
Ashen second to more grayness.
A neverending sludge of perpetual jadedness.
When will it end?
Will it end?
The suffocating tedium, unabated.
Forever haunting, permeating time and space
With its monotonous tendrils,
Gripping reality to a standstill.
A vicegrip upon the very essence of chronology.
Tick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
FogThe shifting haze, drifting figures
Here a lover, there a friend.
Out of reach, always there
Specters forever haunting.
Wisps of time forever gone
Never seen by worldly eyes.
Ghosts beheld only by the walker.
A fog swirls, things are hidden
Those far away invisible to the eye
Looking forward, only darkness
Never known until its past.
Each step, a fleeting instant
Out of that darkness and into the fog
Everyone, everything, lived in but a moment.
Oh, that the specters would follow
Keeping company along this journey,
Instead of being left behind.
More shadowed with every step.
HoleWondrous majesty, churning in the sky.
Power of the mightiest gods.
Who can withstand its might?
Behold! Rivers spiral inward, never escaping.
Smothering blindness, death to all
Oh, you Awesome Beast, never ceasing your banquet.
Cannot you quench your eternal thirst,
Or satisfy that insatiable hunger?
Woe to any who embrace your touch.
For they will feel your tremendous crushing weight.
BEGONE you slavering tyrant!
Let them GO from your mighty grasp!
For your darkness is no friend to creativity!
To the primordial sea that gives life to all.
I pity you.
You cannot sustain yourself.
Oh! How radiant you were in a distant past.
Spreading warmth and light to a multitude.
But how you disposed of it all.
A mere shadow you have become.
Feasting upon others, a slave to your own destruction.
For if only you had the grace to die
Like your fellows, humble as they were.
Yet all you do is dabble in Dark Arts,
Consuming all in your fight for power.
Your greed denying to others
The very life you disca
RipplesRipples spead upon the lake,
Moving water in their wake.
Oh so gently, lillies move
To the beat of ripple's groove.
Plip! A drop. More ripples form.
Move the reeds they now adorn.
Cover rocks but for a moment,
Making wet in their enjoyment.
More drops fall from twigs and leaves,
More the quiet movement weaves.
Weaving with it's melody
Web of life and harmony.
GrayGray skies to the horizon, clouds block the stars
Air stands still, nothing moves, quiet fills all.
A figure sits amid stone pillars, contemplating
The road he must take in his journey
Alas, to the left lies shadows and thorns
And many perils mark the way
Yet a gentle breeze invites the traveller
Speaking of brightness and healing touch
To the right, many clouds, flowers dot the path
Yet deep within their petals, a mournful smell
Like hidden tears and silent sobs
Sounds of regret and pain everywhere
Which the path that's to be taken?
Pain and darkness for the wisper of truth
Or slight beauty in the way towards gray
That never ceases, bringing fog
Go for the thorns, towards the shadow
For in the hard time, you'll be strong
Go towards promise of the sweetness
Of no regret, and of ever-joy.
CompassI'm so lost, I cannot find
My way through this maze
Do I go left? How about right?
Or maybe I'll go upward.
Oh no, a dead end, now what?
Maybe left in the intersection.
No, that's another dead end too.
This is so confusing.
Onward, onward, though this maze
Let not dead ends laden your soul
Persistence, Courage, Wisdom too
Let these be your Compass guides.
Look a new path! A new place!
Onward, Onward, don't stop now
Close are we to getting out
From this tangled up place.
Compass, point me! Lead me out!
That way's North, let us go east!
There it is, the exit now,
We have made it out, Hooray!
Thank you, Compass, for your help
In our time of greatest need.
Thank you, Persistence, Courage, Wisdom
Thank you, for all your support.
WordsWhat was that, what did you say?
Little known are those words here.
Peace? Laughter? Ever-joy?
I know not those words, I fear.
Sorrow? Pain? Misery?
Those are words I know quite well.
Deep chains bind me, force feed me
These words chase me as from Hell.
Hope, you say? What is Hope?
No more pain and grief for me?
No, Hope does not exist in this place.
Hope is not a thing to be.
Scorching Fires, Choking Ashes
Play me as a worn out drum
Pounding, striking, never leave me
Pain to much to be endured by some.
BEGONE, foul demons! Torture me not!
Desist the torment of my Soul!
Scatter now, and let me be!
Let my life be one and whole!
Peace, quiet, tranquility
Are these things I'll never reach?
Hope you say? What is Hope?
Tell me now, I do beseech.
Turmoil, nothing else I knew,
Hope, a word of nothingness.
Seek a new Life? Pray for strength?
No more will I know distress?
What was that? What did you say?
A Pirate-y LimerickThere once was a pirate named Jack
who was always told he had a knack
for drinking all the rum,
‘specially when he was glum,
until he got stabbed in the back.
anapests-and-ink: A LimerickA tall girl, called anapests-and-ink
Found herself starting to shrink.
She needed solutions
To make her ablutions:
Now she takes all her baths in the sink.
LimericksHe was a mess with crumbs in his beard
fighting night and day with pests he feared.
So he called for a truce
then shook the crumbs loose
and all the hungry mice cheered.
There was once a captain so blue
who loved a maiden so true.
But when she was his bride
it was quite a surprise
when he found her with his whole crew!
The Modeler's LamentIt’s Christmas time! A time of joy!
A time to buy and quake,
For I have bought my model “toy”
And it is time to make!
The box was so seductive,
And my ideas were so productive
The plastic was oh so sexy,
And the parts were oh so complexy.
Instruction whispered in my ear;
“C’mon, try me, have no fear.”
The wife, she found me in the bed,
With the packaging pillowed my head
And as I shuffled to the couch,
My shoulders hung low in a slouch,
I vowed to glue my styrene mistress
Let no mere marriages belay my interests
With glue and putty I’ll set to work!
Why, I’ll win that contest with a smirk!
A master craftsman I’ll show to them,
My artistry, they shall not condemn!
With brass and aftermarket it will shine with fire
They’ll bow to me and perspire
With 30x mag, I’ll paint their eyebrows
That’ll show those styrene highbrows!
I’ll laugh with glee, just they wait and see!
For thirty years I’ve been a
Cute LimerickA cat and mouse live in my house
and I each day they tend to rouse,
chasing each other all around
waking me with fighting sounds,
but never do wake up my spouse.
Random Insult Poem Child Friendly-ish VersionIf you were any stupider
You'd mistake the Moon for Jupiter
Yet I can say with little mirth
That the Earth, reminds me of your girth
That is to say you're fat
Don't pretend you understood
If you were a Volvo
There'd be nowt beneath the hood
If you were a Volvo
Volvo would go bust
So make like a used car
Stay there and rust
For rust would make you prettier
That's quite how dire you are
You're the back of an old bus
That dreams to be a star
But you couldn't tell one from a planet
If it smacked you in the face
You want to be
As good as me
You're simply a disgrace!
Late Night CerealShe texted me to ask for milk,
A query so surreal,
For she was of the hungry ilk
Who craved for cereal.
Alas, I had no milk but soy,
Which she was wary to deploy
Within her bowl,
Within her bowl,
Her face showed she did not taste joy.
Oh Special K! 'Twas not the day
She meant for you to swim
With Mister Two-Percent, and play
Your tasty games with him.
The box was done, your final breath
Could only end in runny death.
A soggy grave was all she left.
All times, both good and bad, must end
In peacefulness or pain.
One moment, by your side a friend,
The next, gone and estranged.
While we still live, let's take control,
Together, let's live to the full
Like milk and flakes,
Like milk and flakes,
Creamy, crunchy in the bowl.
''Coyote Attacks Two Of Ozzy's Dogs''A likeable rock star Called Oz
Went out in his flip-flops and coz,
When he met a coyote
With a frog in his throatie,
But the frog was a dog so it was.
He offered the coyote a hand
The coyote said "No thanks, I'm grand.
The dog was delicious."
That made Oz suspicious
And he started to come down to land.
'Is my dog in your tummy?', he said.
'cuz if so he may well be dead.'
Said the coyote and fled.
At home, the coyote said "Mother,
My dog was quite nice, but another,
Would be only right,
For Dinner tonight,
For you, Dad, my sister and brother.
The Night Before SkypemasTwas the night before Skypemas
and all through the chat
not a creature was stirring
not even Zark at that.
The tyops were quiet
The chat topic cleared
And there was no talk
of Bob and Pho's beard.
From Robit's end, silence
From Clorin's end too
And Tiny was not heard
speaking to WQ.
When suddenly, lo!
A Great Thing came forth
And Anne exclaimed
Go look at the Source.
For Hussie declared
That an update should be
And so it was made
That was His decree!
And DM and GC
and Yoss, Al, and Psych
Cheered at the good tidings
That came there that night.
And Rissa came dancing
Doc quietly nodded
Even JA was happy
for the good that was brought..ed
And so they all said
on computer screens bright
"Happy Updates to all
and to all a Good Night!"
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