A new dig-weed is summoned to announce the fall of the last day and the twiglet hours before the new...
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...
Flicko Day
Cartoon-toon'd, ya flip'd for you!
Crump'd-up and while'd, two-woo-woo.
Mist in the middle, shot shit wide,
Fell over flavour, out with the ebb-tide.
Corner'd all four'd, sever'd the truth,
Shame on your legend, birth'd and youth.
In-out, shaven flayed and splayed,
Legs akimbo, oceanic rampage'd.
If krunk'd-up, ya floo! If doiled? Ya dun.
Terror on the street, mind not. Have fun!
Chick-chuck'd ya blade, but even more spawn?
Dagger'd knife dealt, all cards withdrawn.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Your mind is fine, why bother referring to mine? Drink some wine, take some time, mellow little yellow and bow to the rhyme.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Gender: Male Location: ...cause I'm right here yo!!
Obviously I am in the shadow of a mind beyond human comprehension. So then like a god, I must think like so to find the way in this gem of a worded-portrait. Did I say "God"?
Add 'peace' to your mix and you've got yourself a cocktail.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Not 'drunk', my dear. I was trying to get you krunk'd...
So, now that you're suitably disposed...about those clothes...
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Answer me this; what made me blissed?
A memory reminisced, lonely kiss?
Cards for you, thoughts fell through,
Ardently remonstrated, obligations misplaced;
Velvet to touch, moon beams in flux,
Incapacitated by your silken strut,
A triumph for valor, your soul, your bust.
In truth, lies false and honor obeyed.
Do not manipulate, be made concave.
And if you remain, diamond - not stained.
In life, my promise is to remain.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
In your stretch for the saintly and sound, consider the profane to be profound.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Gender: Male Location: ...cause I'm right here yo!!
I've yet to say much to yours, truthfully I feel I may not be qualified to do so, as it's not your normal proses. Hence my...hence? But I will regardless as I happen to like your work.
In time of Jove and Pan's white beard,
Did fairies whisper far and queer'd!
Between the spell of whisper'd woods,
Couldn't, Can't and Wouldn't stood.
"Look at us free, bounded by,
Our fear of this and dulcet lullaby!"
What mockery did they ponder?
Why, my friend - that, there yonder!
"Oh, for Pete and Parcell'd ware!
Bring me a postman, apple and pear!"
So, did Eve, being Adam's bane/mare,
Venture to nestle, look and stare...
"Oh, that goat, what a ruck!
I wonder if he would wanna ****?"
"Jesus!", said Couldn't in wide-awe.
"No, that's Eve, a dirty whore!"
In the stuck middle of Can't and Wouldn't,
Pan The Stinker, really shouldn't.
But did, did he and all saw,
The Goat-Man tupping Adam's Law.
Then, in the calamity of cause-celeeeb,
Jesus, plopped and started to bleed!
"****! That's it! He's bound, he's gone!"
And off they ran, for more anon.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Well, I do say, you have yet to desplease my mind with wild taunts.
Makes a man to cry for more and a woman to give weigh. There is much to taunts in one such thread that often makes me ponder, "How can one so gifted with the litteral stature of Shakespeare, crush someone elses work so heavily?". Then I stop and read the poetry from both sides. Maybe less harsh things to display methinks?
Maybe flow can slow to press a critique to the sleeping knight?
Maybe not, but its a thought pressed to keyboard by many a strike.
Great work nontheless. I hope to be able to catch the same for mine own. Bravo.