Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 16:07:13 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 168355
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Cold English Letters: extraction # 1
[time] => 2011-11-05 02:30:31
[hometext] => Substitute teachings on William Blake
[bodytext] => "Abandon Apathy" She spoke "All ye who enter" Demanding tribute, migrant hope, Overachievement From Faust into the Inferno "Be to blame, nor genius. Be as I, uniquely Honestly, creating" "Nor do I care to be. Nor genius, be to blame Creating as I be." "Oh!" Often how, we sinners gaze On Picasso nude. Lies for love, about a Woman Soaking her thighs through Dark heir in chains. He reigns. She rains. Head in hand To hand to fingers Thrust upon a canvas. "Lie about why we love To lie about, Love. Why Be as I, about lies?" Nor do I surround thee. Angry, my wrath did end. Be, as I, A Poison Tree Hanging shadow, foe and friend. Speak now! Of Experience For no virgin sings To be, as Innocent as I Walk on waters wing on swings. Furious, I March. On bearing rings, I sweepy. Mysterious October leaves My embers blazing Peaches peachy. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 100 [topic] => 55 [informant] => RitalinKid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
|