Paradise Lost: Book 11

Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn
From his displeasure; in whose look serene,
When angry most he seemed and most severe,
What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone?
So spake our father penitent; nor Eve
Felt less remorse: they, forthwith to the place
Repairing where he judged them, prostrate fell
Before him reverent; and both confessed
Humbly their faults, and pardon begged; with tears
Watering the ground, and with their sighs the air

Paradise Lost: Book X

Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood
Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above
Prevenient Grace descending had remov'd
The stonie from thir hearts, and made new flesh
Regenerat grow instead, that sighs now breath'd
Unutterable, which the Spirit of prayer
Inspir'd, and wing'd for Heav'n with speedier flight
Then loudest Oratorie: yet thir port
Not of mean suiters, nor important less
Seem'd thir Petition, then when th' ancient Pair

The Diplomatic Platypus

I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity,
With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity.
He used to live in lodgings with myself and Arthur Purvis,
And we all went up together for the Diplomatic Service.
I had a certain confidence, I own, in his ability,
He mastered all the subjects with remarkable facility;
And Purvis, though more dubious, agreed that he was clever,
But no one else imagined he had any chance whatever.
I failed to pass the interview, the board with wry grimaces

Chatterton's Will

Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me see
That Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,
Thy generous spirit emulates the Mayor's,
Thy generous spirit with thy Bristol's pairs.
Gods! what would Burgum give to get a name,
And snatch his blundering dialect from shame!
What would he give, to hand his memory down
To time's remotest boundary?--A Crown.
Catcott, for thee, I know thy heart is good,
But ah! thy merit's seldom understood;

King Candaules And The Doctor Of Laws

IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring;
As proof, Candaules' story we will bring;
In folly's scenes the king was truly great:
His vassal, Gyges, had from him a bait,
The like in gallantry was rarely known,
And want of prudence never more was shown.

MY friend, said he, you frequently have seen
The beauteous face and features of the queen;
But these are naught, believe me, to the rest,

Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter V

Griselda's madness lasted forty days,
Forty eternities! Men went their ways,
And suns arose and set, and women smiled,
And tongues wagged lightly in impeachment wild
Of Lady L.'s adventure. She was gone,
None knew by whom escorted or alone,
Or why or whither, only that one morning,
Without pretext, or subterfuge, or warning,
She had disappeared in silence from L. House,
Leaving her lord in multitudinous

Confession

The stupendous affluence raised
On the graves of morals and ethics
Strangled by sportive imprudence
Of youthful arrogance and insanity
Nurtured in inhuman avarice stifles

Attached To My Last Poem!

Dear last poem

I am very frustrated with you! In fact you almost ended up in the trash. You are only there, for my lack in understanding how applications work properly on my blog.
You spent a week in my head. Prowl around, tormenting me with the story of small drawers.
What are they? I wondered for over a week. And every day practicing one verse or a stanza and could not get rid of the damn drawers.
This caused me a huge frustration! Needed to do something.
Today, driven by one imprudence and wanting to feel free once and for all, (that feeling of inefficiency) i decided to expel you 'poem'.

L'Aveugle

'Dieu dont l'arc est d'argent, dieu de Claros, écoute;
O Sminthée-Apollon, je périrai sans doute,
Si tu ne sers de guide à cet aveugle errant.'

C'est ainsi qu'achevait l'aveugle en soupirant,
Et près des bois marchait, faible, et sur une pierre
S'asseyait. Trois pasteurs, enfants de cette terre,
Le suivaient, accourus aux abois turbulents
Des molosses, gardiens de leurs troupeaux bêlants.
Ils avaient, retenant leur fureur indiscrète,

Encompassment

I attire my vision
glory manifests its resolution
predominant makes excursion
nattery exposes phantasm
misleading treaty of life
I tremble with excruciation
my imprudence accredit my oppugnancy
So, I rax my encompassment.

The Indiscreet Confessions

FAMED Paris ne'er within its walls had got,
Such magick charms as were Aminta's lot,
Youth, beauty, temper, fortune, she possessed,
And all that should a husband render blessed,
The mother still retained her 'neath the wing;
Her father's riches well might lovers bring;
Whate'er his daughter wished, he would provide,
Amusements, jewels, dress, and much beside.

BLITHE Damon for her having felt the dart,

Let Me See

If you stop me unnecessarily then I well resist
So please do not come in my way I do insist
I may be travelling in fog or complete mist
But for whom I have started towards do exist

My heartbeat tells me about his sheer presence
He is who has given me intellect with brilliance
It is he who has given me fortitude and resilience
At times I do laugh on my stupidity, imprudence


Theme Of Praise

Smile that converse to praise
The latitude that never speculate
Altitude where simulate the self
Arrogance hall to priority
Smile that never sustain always
Hatred buds that hail inside
Yet the grin that never suspect
Appraisal that extol always
Gain that praise even a buff
Squat of mind that never ravel itself

Haiku

1
As prudence rules well
Imprudence never gets chance
For impunity

2
Most dangerous beasts
Men like animals that pounce
On helpless woman


Daring Icarus

Imprudence, impertinence and sapience
Never were bedfellows in previous lives
Reckoned by auditors and number crunchers as a sequence
Teeming with ingredients more efficient than chives.

If like Icarus you fly your waxed wings
Near a furnace brace yourself for a spectacular free fall
In a fluid medium with neither parachute rings
Nor cuddly momma's arms to bail you out next to your red ball.


Charity Or Imprudence

Somebody begs for
Aid like money to give or
Not is the issue

His Royal Nakedness

All the great crown jewels
Never can make a man wise.
And all his good education may well
Mirage the False in our eyes.

All the flimsy wealth and gold
Can't hide the inner vacuum there.
A hollow character sadly told
His imprudence everywhere!


Deflation's Havoc - Acrostic Sonnet

Difficulties daily will increase
with mobile networks ready to deploy
Endangering some structures which have stood
through vested interests strengths refortified.
For many years. Causes misunderstood
are though Effects have been identified.
Lasting unemployment none police.
Underemployement traps await ahoy.
Although inflation’s ills will soon decrease,
releasing energies to help enjoy

Lacerations

Were you a price victim
of an unknown?
You step out in darkness after
a family fued to walk barefoot
on bonsai of miffed arguments.

You do not know the barbs,
the hidden hate of centuries,
and yet you must finish the voyage
to truth, the song of eternity.

Will It Be Solved Sooner?

tinkering
on luck one hits
carelessly an
oil lick,

beyond control
oil spreads farther than
your eyes can see

birds soon bathed in