Is this revenge I am seeking,
Or seeking someone to avange me
Stuck in my own paradox I wanna set myself free
I wish I lived in the present
With the gift of my past mistakes
But the future keeps luring in like a pack of snakes
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?
If Peter Piper Picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
It's sort of whack, whir, wheeze, whine
Sputter, splat, squirt, scrape
Clink, clank, clunk, clatter
Crash, bang, beep, buzz
Ring, rip, roar, retch
Twang, toot, tinkle, thud
Pop, plop, plunk, pow
Snort, snuck, sniff, smack
Screech, splash, squish, squeak
Jingle, rattle, squeal, boing
Honk, hoot, hack, belch."
Jokes and laughter, some ones patter.its all part of the banter. Crack a smile its been a while, have a laugh be all out daft. A sore side and tears, drawn from memories of ever lasting silly cheer. Laughter is the cure, its sure to turn that frown upside down.
The King of Sanctimonious Perched high upon his throne-ious Clothed in purple pious-ness Admired his own self-righteous-ness The Queen of Sanctimonious Tired of the King's baloney-ous When he counts his hoards of money To him, sweeter than his honey In a court that wasn't courteous The Queen cried, "you're oblivious!" But he wasn't aware, nor did he care He'd become a Royal hypocrite Day after day, he counted each coin The ritual put a flutter in his groin Reveling in his Royal room Soon became his tomb of gloom The Royal epitaph was no baloney-ous When the king was found 'Tis said he drowned In a fermented bottle of loneliness
I ate some fried catfish and it tasted so good! Just how good did that fried catfish taste? It tasted so good it made a hound dog slap a bull dog. That had to have been some mighty fine vittles. I ate some fried chicken and it tasted so good! Just how good did that fried chicken taste? It tasted so good it made a wolf howl and a grizzly bear dance. That had to have been some mighty fine vittles. I ate some fried crawfish and it tasted so good! Just how good did that fried crawfish taste? It tasted so good it made an alligator turn a somersault. That had to have been some mighty fine vittles. I ate some fried rat and it tasted so bad! I had to throw it all up in a brown paper bag.
The fog's requests accosted us above the ocean vastness and scattered stars defined afar the tempest's resurrection; our cargo's diesel engines thrummed as she immersed in darkness maneuvering the fields invited us to wrong direction. Half-visible the skylines danced with mist that spread abundant the Sorceress spelled out upon our travel to Atlantic expanding borderlines beyond, where waves were moving rampant - the sylphlike wafting of the sea, engulfed our first mechanic. Hence, she declared, among the mists, her oracle and candor; presumptuous she coquetted on Hades' shadowed orchard, as chthonic forms misguided us to deluged reefs, asunder, beguiling sailors to conduct in ghostly seas, unconquered. Tangential the cloaks of night became our route's incisors; bewitched by the falling fog and sorcery bespoken we heard the Siren's singing calls, ambiguous advisers as waves embraced our steadfast bow that led to death unbroken: " Redeeming waters deep await, before our early turns to late. your blue, aquatic route shall cure whate'er is sorrowful and pure. and if you manage to disband, shall meet me on your meadowland My voice bespeaks inside your souls, we'll celebrate on Astral Halls; Address me in your hearts and dare, so welcome to my seaward fair. "
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,And slips into the bosom of the lake
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Free verse e.g.
After the Sea-Ship—after the whistling winds;
After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:
Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves, undulating waves—liquid, uneven, emulous waves,
Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,
Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;
Never stalk a ghost from down the wind: so spoke the oracle on the hill above the quiet deserted village below the treeline even as the leaves stirred from the ground in prophetic warning. Agape trust and only then when alter ego fails The eagles nest is twigged above the highest branch, the better to peer with raving eyes and knowing every slightest motion. Burning flame of fire in oil translate to me your reason and no exceptions make for blindness or for treason. A rabbit creeps inside a log to hide away the hours An aging hound bays inside a barn close by and no thicket with a thorn. Wormy worm loosens soil within the garden, garden growing; the turnips turn to bulging heaving up the surface soil above the bed, above the worm. A chicken scratches for a morsel searching pecking, pecking searching never tiring of the hunting Protein rich from bugs and other crawling creeping creatures.
Why so pale and wan, fond Lover?
Prithee why so pale?
Will, when looking well can’t move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee why so pale?