PORTENTUM DESERTO

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We were once tall and proud,

We were once giants and kings,

We once lived in castles and rode on slaves,

We once ate where we had not sown,

We once drunk from the wells we did not drink.

Then the great famine came and along with it the desert locusts,

Our slaves died,

Our castles crumbled.

We survived but we became shorter,

Our noses hurt from the heat and we all shrank.

I look at my father now, once a gigantic king,

Reduced to a pile of ash for want.

We want, yet we were once kings.

We die, yet we ruled.

We barely survived our slaves,

We are now slaves to the dust daemon.

DUST TO DUST

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I cannot bring my battles to you,

So I lie here and wait for your peeping death.

I cannot raise my sword against you,

So I wait for death to unsheath.

 

Have you ever watched a raven peck at Eagle?

If you have my dear one, You have a lived a thousand ages,

I am but a child,

As a child I eat, like a child I drink,

Like a child I think and just as children fight- so do I.

I will wait for you to die.

Death is your master.

 

 

LES SODS

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I know a couple of unhappy sods,

And an even bigger poor sod,

All day long they hunch in their caves,

Waiting to light the fire with dead wood,

The bigger sod pisses on the little sods,

The piss spatters to the dead wood,

And the unhappy sods just keep rubbing the wood in their caves.

Hoping to light a fire with the wet dead wood.

THE KNIGHT AND THE KITTY

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I got to dance at fall and I got a wish granted by a wiry fairy,

I flew away to a land of knights and damsels,

Those sully idiots took but a shower a month.

The rivers were rough and the dams were muddy,

Just a shower a month.

Then I thought to myself how much I would like to be one of the damsels.

I’d get kidnapped by a younger dragon every month.

The knight in shining armour will sweat so much getting into the cave for me.

Just to kill a dragon every month.

‘But wait, why kill all the dragons?’

‘Oh my dear lass, they are dangerous, doth not seeth?’

‘But what if I want to keep one for me?’

‘Then I suppose we will get you a puppy.’

That sully idiot got me the puppy,

I pouted like a hungry kitty,

I rode my horse like one of those short fools of King Henry,

Vi veri verniversum vivus vici.

WHEN ANTONY CROSSED THE RUBICON

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Hurt that my heart does, the knowledge that I have  killed you,

Cry that my eyes do for the blood I know I poured.

Oh Captain my captain, see what I have done you!

 

Better that you would have been blind,

Indeed you were blind.

Did they not beg you to see?

 

I am but a high wretched lady,

With a heart of stone, with a dead lover who is ever too blind to see,

And all fingers are pointed at me.

 

 

Forgive me sweet Anthony.

And while you are away, remember this charred heart that loves you,

Do not suffer  very much, in eternity, soon I will join you.

 

 

 

THE LOON OF OXFORD

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I picked my bike and in a hurried way that is rather my own made my hurried way to Loon’s house,

I got in through the window and I got in through the door,

I knocked over her precious window vases and rather displaced her door mats.

Loon did not mind, it is Oxford you see.

 

I spoke quietly to Loon as she likes,

Then I shouted at her a little bit because she is somewhat deaf,

I bled her ears and rather made wet her face,

Loon was unfazed, she is the loon of oxford you see.

 

When time came for tea, she did not brew it,

In a rather conceited way, she threw two bags into my cup.

‘What a strange thing to do Loon!’

I was  not surprised, she is a loon you see.

 

I spoke to her of her mother and her father and her siblings,

She spoke back at me dispassionately in terms of logic and reasonings,

‘Reasoning’ she corrected, I stared ever amazed.

Loon then took a huge swig from her bottle of gin; she always has one you see.

 

When it was time to say goodbye, she rose up rather too quickly,

Extended a dry yet warm handshake and a hug a squeeze too tight,

Said she would write and think of me as often as she did rub her eyes,

She is the Loon of Oxford, she often rubs her eyes you see.

SWEETLY SWEDE

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I have lost my faith in you, but whatever,

I have given up on our dreams and that is fine,

I cannot give in to your troubles and my fears  anymore.

I have picked up my ticket, and off to the train station my legs lead.

 

 

I cannot keep up with the tone! That growl! Those walls…and you,

I have given up on faith! On love! On misery…on you!

I’ve lost a life! A child! A friend….and you!

So I pick the pace and go and run and flatter away from you…

I have given up on crying forever,

I have given up on our wretched lives and that’s fine.

I am happy as a clam can ever be on a wet rocky  shore!

I have jumped on the train and hallo, here I come my sweetly Swede.

EDELWEISS

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How long has it been since Edelweiss,

Twenty years and two more,

Oh fairy, oh music!

Take me to Edelweiss.

Old and cruel, slowly I’ve become,

Rash and careless my name,

Yet Edelweiss, Edelweiss,

My dreams lie with you.

Up in the mountains I bath in snow,

I drink the rocks for Edelweiss,

Edelweiss, Edelweiss,

I’m going to sleep forever.

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