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Pentagram of Septacles

Contributed by ChibiMiroku on Monday, 17th October 2005 @ 10:38:31 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

Lightning flashes its great might
Thunder booms as if in reply;
Yet the thunder has never won a night;
All its efforts have never once rent the sky.

We watch for the lion’s leap
Only after hearing its roar;
Yet if it really wanted prey
Wouldn’t it leap first, not roar before?

All it takes it one;
More rock to stop the river;
More man to stop the war;
More feeling to stop this shiver.

I walk through gentle flowers
Journey across a sturdy bridge
As I pass it, who’s beyond whom?
I ponder this while passing a ridge.

An apple seen, in caramel covered
Sits nicely on a shelf
But as the heat rises it begins to melt
And icky brown goo runs all over itself.

These wonderfully feeling britches of mine
Are almost uncomfortably tight;
And with every wash, it seems to me
They’re squeezing more on me for naught but spite.

I gaze at the moon, named Luna
And notice how its gaze aids my sight
And in the darkness when there is nothing else
I need for my way no other light.

A black rose lies in my view
My mind knows of the reversal of roles;
Yet I’m almost as confused as would be
A penguin transported to the North Pole.

And so now ends this amusèd tirade
I hope that from here it will go better,
Than it might have once been played.

Copyright Â© ChibiMiroku ... [ 2005-10-17 22:38:31]
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Re: Pentagram of Septacles (User Rating: 1 )
by remote on Tuesday, 18th October 2005 @ 02:56:59 AM AEST
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Yet I’m almost as confused as would be
A penguin transported to the North Pole.

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