poems i like
*one day in the middle of the night
two dead boys came out to fight
back to back they faced each other
drew there swords and shot one another
a deaf police man heard the noise
and came and shot those two dead boy
if you dont believe my storys true
go ask the blind man he saw it too ^^*
*how many human eyes...had snacthed
glimpses of their secret anatomies,
down the passages of years?*
*acts of injustice done
between the setting and the rising sun
in history lie like bones, each one.*
*here is a list of fearful things:
the jaws of sharks, a vulture's wing,
the rabid bite of the dogs of war,
the voice of one who went before.
but most of all the mirror's gaze,
which counts us out our numbered days.*
*'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrab*
*why should he think me cruel
or that he is betrayed?
i'd have him love the thing that was
before the world was made.*
*marvellous happy it was to be
alone, and yet not solitary.
O out of terror and dark, to come
in sight of home.*
* scarebaby, scarebaby,
where do you run?
out in the graveyard,
to have some fun?
dancing with skeletons
up from the ground?
doing a jig
on the burial mound?
scarebaby, scarebaby
horrid you are!
with the wings of a bat,
and a face with a scar,
the fangs of a vampire,
the tail of a snake;
you open your mouth
and the noise that you make
is a song that the devil sings,
bitter and loud.
tell me, my baby,
was your mother proud?
scarebaby, scarebaby,
where do you run?
not out to the morning,
not out to the sun.
you live in my nightmares,
you hide from the day;
and there, little baby,
is where you will stay.*
*life is short,
and pleasures few,
and holed the ship,
and drowned the crew,
but o! but o!
how very blue,
the sea is to!*
*a soul of water,
a soul of stone.
a soul by name,
a soul unknown.
the hour unmake
our flesh, our bone.
the soul is all;
and all alone.*
Comments
View All Comments
i'm doing pretty good just tired and i'm back to school now.