Random rhymes ! by tarcus (howl and other poems TXT) 📕

money
Specifically to gather gregorian honey
With ears full of velvet as was their mantra
Bred to be immune from the deadliest chanter.

The song that was sung by gregorian folk
Wreaked havok on saracens, certainly no joke
Passed on by the ancients yet never bye rote
Each generation different; Then so to the goat.

Magnificent creature defender of the poor
Knew only of sorrow; caged when on tour
Round the country he'd travel earn pay for his master
Greedy for more they would work him still faster.

Was a fortunate summer saw honey decline
When the poor discovered a bottomless mine
Full of ambrosia the stores of old gods
Long now departed it evened the odds.

Until the great rising of watery road
Which let in the likes of weasel and toad
Weasel defeated without much of a clatter
As for toad? a different matter.

Forged in the centuries of torture forbidden
long time devourers of things from the midden
sublime in the art of constructural goad
not many could answer the wrath of the toad.

Sarcastic laughter a beauty to behold
except by those recieving the ultimate load
Many a mere mortal their own hearts would rip
As to stand and be counted lest they hear the next quip.

Many years downtrodden disaster in the making
Older generations sat full with hearts breaking
What pains for the children what horror in store
Shall we live in submission for ever and more?

A resolute farmer the first to revolt
By taking to arms an Emillion goat
With its bear like proportions and Elephant hide
Swiftly despatching of toad to the side.

Grasping uncertainty heard loud and clear
A rallying cry for others draw near
Soon many were marching a vast humane throng
As they did march, all singing same song…

“Toad, Toad, it’s the end of the road we have seen through your anger and relish your woad”
“Toad, Toad, to lighten our load we will meet you at daybreak and clear our road”

Toads only response as had been in the past
Was to dismiss the affair as it would not last
They did not yet know of the Emillion goat
And how very soon they would swim their own moat.

One morning at daybreak caught unaware
Only thing able to do was to stare
As the goat with its passion for hatred drew near
And a pathway to happiness was drawn loud and clear.

Toads tossed and mangled left many for dead
Limbs rent asunder some left with no head
No quarter given no ifs and no buts
Only remembrance a moat full of guts.

Emillion goat placed on pedestal high,
Fell off the next morning was destined to die
For mixture of species was long past forbidden
Except in the cases where very well hidden.

Goat by his deed had signed his death warrant
For angels hath no mercy for something abhorrent
Yet still we will remember as walk down the road
As free men of England unsullied by toad.


STRUGGLE

I see you and it hurts;

Struggling is a way of life without remorse.

Pain,
The barrier long crossed consuming and vile yet ignored in day to day terms.

My wish to help negated by your desire to remain independent,

Your strength belies the fact that you are in constant agony,

Stubborn,

Detached,

Relentless in the pursuit of hope.

My one abiding comfort the knowledge that soon the pain will be gone for good ;

Tempered by the fact that then is the time I fear the most,

Alone and unguided!

My fear that I will have no purpose.


NOT A LOT TO DO?


Butterflies,
Moulded without form of texture,
Acquiescent to the fact that life is short.

Disciples of the grail wait with uncommon urgency the return of the saffron moon.

In hallowed halls of learning professors debate the possibility of life in a far off galaxy.
Little do they know they are being watched by the very life force they surmise about?

Off in the distance of immortality the raisin filled arias of a multitude of meandering mermaids cast spells of haven upon all who will take of their soul.

Life is as it should be upon this world of tranquillity except for the beating of the heart of a single drone, carried aloft upon the savannas summer sirocco.

Were it not for the poor there would be no rich
Were it not for the air there would be no breath
Were it not for the sun there would be no light
Were it not for the clouds there would be no rain
All of these things and more important within their own way and yet were it not for the constant gentile humming reminder of the bee there would be no life on earth.

While Rome burned Nero played!
What will you be doing as our world is rent apart


Looking at pretty pictures?..


MADNESS

Icicles, Made of blood, meshed together as a barrier, holding back the love eternal,

Dreams, Lying broken, empty of meaning, littering perception distorting reality,

Love, Accumulated, grown nurtured, thrown out like garbage enclothed in black plastic,

Friends,Turned half circle,disbelieving unhelpful, stabbing with daggers given by others,

Isolated, Alone, despised for feeling kindred spirit with those who did not deserve it,

Choices, Wrongly taken, the path ever eternal towards the light, split by our own demons,

Failings, Abundantly clear to those who do not have to live with them,

Who is to say there is no heaven when all the while some live a life of hell?

No respite,

No after-care,

No succor for the mentally infirm,

Leave them rot a while in slumber with their chemical imbalance driven wild with interfering drugs whilst WE,"NORMAL" people gather our lives together and pity them.

Does it really make a difference?

To think that all the while we are helping,
those inside can only suffer in silence?

lest not forget madness can invade us all.


IF ONLY

My dreams, filled with the perfume of your splendour
Hazily departing as a waft of smoke from a wood burning stove
Slowly coming too with the realisation of my life’s work having not been all in vain.

You may ask what it is that keeps me here on this isolated plain
That you would?
It could only mean that I have not conveyed enough my true feelings towards you.

Lightness of the morning sun set against the beauty of your face would pale into naught but a shadow.

Lambs, gambolling in the meadow are as bulls in a china shop compared to your natural grace.

Angels cry when the light fades for they can no longer gaze upon your perfection.

The sweetest sounding lark rising high in the sky to protect their budding brood can only hope to be as melodic as your voice.

Your alabaster skin, aglow with an almost translucent aura is more attractive to me than a flame is to a moth.

Yet none of this can you see because of your unswerving desire to see that others are fine before the needs of your own.

A simple word of recognition and I would bow down before your elegant frame,
If it would please you I would cut off my arms if they offended you in any way
If you would only allow it I would love you forever.


LOVE LEFT

As we wander into the dark,dark night
Unsure of the coming again of light
Take with us a picture of the best thing in sight;

The love of those left behind.

It is not always the way that we dont come back
For many are tested upon the rack
But hope in abundance is not something to lack;

With the love of those left behind.

Yearning for sustenance have nothing to fear
All that do know you will be fast praying here
Deep down in their hearts you will always be near

Within the love of those left behind.

On return to the family still brazen and bold
In a week or a month as long as foretold
remember that you are well blessed with the gold

Of the love of those left behind.


FIRST LOVE

Drifting!
Unified as one with all that exists

Free flowing thoughts of ebony coloured hues departing from within what once was confused.

Soft fragrant muse dance daintily down the drift toward our embrace whilst overhead the warmth of the sun intensifies with your presence!

All of this happens when your purity connects.

To think,
it was within these walls of silken twine that first I saw your face;
one second is all it took for me to fall in love with you.


WORDS OF LOVE#2


The pages of my diary filled,
Like my senses,
With the perfume of your aroma;
Soft heavenly wafts of delicate fragrance herald your closeness in the morning,
The dew fall, reflected in the azure blue of your eyes is dimmed in comparison by the brilliance of your smile.

Angels mourn the passing of daylight lest it deprives them of your presence, for which they are eternally grateful:

As for myself?

My thoughts stray to the incredible;

Surely; there must be some mistake!
For someone as special as yourself to want to spend time in my humble presence;

I am constantly overwhelmed by the amount of love you exude from such a small and tender frame;
The exquisite feelings of rapture I may only capture briefly when in your company I shall savour for eternity if I am aloud to dream that long.

If this is in fact a dream then I do not want it to end,
If it is in fact reality then praise be that I have been chosen for such a worthy honour as your love,
And if it is indeed a fantasy then let me remain within my own madness that I may yet believe that one so divine may still exist.

I guess through all of this what I am trying to say is…

I love you.


NEW RELATIONS

I did not know you for a while.
The sunlight,
Reflecting off your golden halo,
Blinding me to your compassion.

First impressions of maudlin dictate rolling round my head like candy floss on a stick.
Another day to recover then stitch him up, let him leave!

Those words rumbled for an eon past dawn, as I realised it was I you talked about,
Yet still not heard.
The reason for forgetfulness sheathed in a cover of adolescent tincture,
Unable to break free from the constraints of youth.

Must I forever be as one with this feeling?
Or will one day my heart be opened to those who love me.

Time and the deepening of my own soul may provide the answer,
In the meanwhile I will content myself with a paddle at the waters edge!


EARTH WALTZ

The moon,
Weaving its weary way upwards,
Through the remnants of empty storm clouds;
Greying now with age as their journey is at an end.

On the opposite side,
To the North West the last struggle of sunlight,
Its shafts of silver sparkle through