Just the title.
Guten Tag und willkommen, Freunde. Ich habe hier für dich ein neues Werk. Ich hoffe, dass Sie mögen es. Ich habe sehr hart daran gearbeitet. Bitte genießen, meine Lieben. Mit ohne weitere Umschweifen…
There is a horse
With human eyes
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too many, too short
those legs of that sort
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The cavalry approaches
in Phantom Cavalcade
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set there at the edge of the World
by hands that thought their conduct kind
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I think they’ve gone and made me blind.
Good morning, everyone. There is much I must take care of, much I have to worry about. In the meantime, I’ve a new poem for you all to consider. Without further ado, please enjoy.
Ghosts and specters swirl around
in graceful twirls they do abound,
with their cold touch they do surround,
now feeling lost but never found.
In the bin out there in back
on account of such that I did lack.
My head and hands these thoughts did wrack
on account of that thing which I did lack
and something there I’ll not get back.
I see the ghosts across the water…
Nay, upon the water.
My mind then starts to wander
about those things that hearts do ponder.
Philters and phials could not save
that man which breaks and makes insane;
there is some feeling that does not wane
no matter who the ghosts arraign.
Though it seems the tide is low,
the water tends to encroach slow.
Most decide to go
but while I’m still here,
I think I’d like to know.
Good morning, everyone. I am tired today. New poem though! I hope you like it. Oh! I did see a guy who looked exactly like Jeffrey Dahmer. May have been his ghost. Who knows! There’s my funny little anecdote for today. Without further ado…
Sick in the head,
but not as you think;
Tired, foggy, heavy and glum.
Perhaps from me it could be washed
with all those contents of a bottle of rum.
Tired heads bring tired eyes
and so forth pour those tired lies
from upturned lips that sink so down,
once a smile
and now a frown.
Wear a mask
and make your task,
feel it though:
The bite
of an asp.
This one’s going to make you last.
Poems by Sam