Ronberge (anno tercio)
A Hollow Rhyme Holorime - Poem by Ronberge (anno tercio)
Incite aloud to a wake, end on a bridge to nowhere.
‘The prophet idle reins’ we heard one pray to the knight…
Insight allowed to awaken, unabridged, to know where
The profit-idol reigns. Th’wee herd won prey to the night
The morphine needle in vein, juice taken of phial, metal-panel altar,
Ire call! Soar! The heroin trepidation is meant, all percept shun. F-u-c-k all!
The more fine need all in vain, just akin of file, mettle, pain- all alter’d.
I recall th’sword-hero, intrepid, ashen, his mental perception focal
Or wholly him? Blue eye barred the fair-haired Gael seen
In me call the quire, buoy, isle, seaboard. ‘Contempt in
Our holy hymn’ Blew I! ‘Bard! The fare hared gale scene! ’
Inimical, the choir boy, I’ll see bored contemplating.
Hear the foaled fowl freeze in whole gait truly knowing
The soul of the son, the heir to riches. But know more…
Here the fold foul frieze in-hole gate-True. Lie now in
The sole of the sun. The air, too, rich is but no more.
Ewe –not one, but two …Four - Give the week’s gambol
That eight ants would wade desert flower bolls.
You not won! But to forgive the weak’s gamble
That ate aunt’s wood-weighed dessert flour bowl.
Our weather blew! Two more roes soar- ‘Oh, to get her… Oui! ’
‘New! Lo! Seize the day! Dream suckers! ’ Me: aweigh gnaw’d
Or whether blue? Tomorrows sorrow: Together we
Knew low seas. The daydream succours me away now.
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