POEM OF THE DAY
A Tale Of The Sea
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold,
Enough to make one's blood run cold;
Concerning four fishermen cast adrift in a dory.
As I've been told I'll relate the story.
T'was on the 8th April on the afternoon of that day
That the village of Louisburg was thrown into a wild state or dismay,
And the villagers flew to the beach in a state of wild uproar
And in a dory they found four men were cast ashore.
Then the villagers, in surprise assembled about the dory,
And they found that the bottom of the boat was gory;
Then their hearts were seized with sudden dread,
when they discovered that two of the men were dead.
And the two survivors were exhausted from exposure, hunger, and cold,
Which used the spectators to shudder when them they did behold;
And with hunger the poor men couldn't stand on their feet,
They felt so weakly on their legs for want of meat.
They were carried to a boarding-house without delay,
But those that were looking on were stricken with dismay,
When the remains of James and Angus McDonald were found in the boat,
Likewise three pieces or flesh in a pool or blood afloat.
Angus McDonald's right arm was missing from the elbow,
and the throat was cut in a sickening manner which filled the villagers hearts with woe,
Especially when they saw two pieces of flesh had been cut from each thigh,
'Twas then the kind-hearted villagers did murmur and sigh.
Angus McDonald must have felt the pangs of hunger before he did try
POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
I Want To Paint
I want to paint
2000 dead birds crucified on a background of night
Thoughts that lie too deep for tears
Thoughts that lie too deep for queers
Thoughts that move at 186,000 miles/second
The Entry of Christ into Liverpool in 1966
The installation of Roger McGough in the Chair of Poetry at Oxford
Francis Bacon making the President's Speech at the Royal Academy dinner
POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
Never Rock The Boat? !
Never rock the boat? !
I completely disagree.
Indeed, I want to
Smash it into a million
Pieces! And begin
Again; start from scratch: create
New and vital forms
That will smite stale traditions,
Echo throughout the ages.
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God In Mercy Granted Us Hearts
God loved his babies
we are his babies new born
be it of man, cow, sheep, cat or dog
all babies are gods most favourite loves.
Feeding on illusions was hungry heartbroken
He prayed to God for healing and lost his life
Monday,21st June 2021
She is not a prisoner
Not In Excess
Not in excess
Monday,21st June 2021
Anything that is taken in excess
In Your Palace, I Am A Beggar Maid
In your heart's palace made of Mughal King's most fashioned dazzling marble pieces and glittering jewel pieces and gems
I stood with open arms, with simple wearing and stuttering thoughts, my heart ablazed by the sights I see inside the mansion of your body, my eyes bulging out to see the fire
in your soul encased in the spiritual casket all fragrant and fine Oh my dear god, i saw you in the palace in that heart of his royal grandeur, I am but just begging in devotion armed with spirits of genuine mystics and saints adoring my ardour and insanity intoxicated with immense sense of pleasure and lascivious desires all censor cleared by god and his angels all kindly and graciously fond.
Your Eyes Are Made Of Glory Of God
You are masked, like the man in V for Vendetta
I am shaved, clean shaved, like a Buddhist Monk
I look at you, you have no nose and lips now to smell
or kiss or smile and sip the beautiful emotions to display
There lie under the veil of falsehood
a truth hidden
in kernel to be
sprouting in dignity;
Away From The Secular.
Away From The Secular
Willow rhyme graceful and strong to the mood of wine
Orchid fragrances continuously penetrated the heart of poetry