[Kaizer Kaizer]

(Mourning)
The oaken leaves on oaken trees
Above the silver frosted earth
Shone with dew and marmalade
And gleamed with brilliant forlorn mirth
And as the amber sun would fade
Great Gaia showed her boundless worth

The stars and globes like candlelight
Would brighten Hypnos’ joyous track
As he would scatter finite dreams
Before the sun would tumble back
And end his wondrous, gloomy schemes
But most for the insomniac

The tiny fiddlers of the night
Or crickets as we sometimes say
Would play their witty symphony
And make the night so smart and gay
Not slang, which lives in infamy
Which makes us curse all, which we say

But lo, a shining silver breaks
And lightens now the autumn lawn
And augments, now, the chime of bells
Alarms that sound the wretched dawn
And start the many urban Hells
Begins the day of king and pawn

This night is dead, and with it joy
Of those who dance in Corvus’ wake
But weep not now, ‘twill be sublime
For night shall rise from cursed stake
But only at another time
Because the cursed sun doth break

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(Happy rant)
O glorious sun, O wondrous orb
Who gives fair earth her life and power
You smile upon your hurried kin
And light the minute and the hour

O lavishing wind, O gust divine
Spread calm upon our hurried brains
Blow all about your vivid chi
And so, bring life to all the grains

O amber wheat, O verdant blades
Of grass and pungent flowers bloom
That line the crop of Gaia's head
And lead the way to sadness' doom

Yet happiness is all abound
These fools, they revel in their woe
They do not stop to smell the rose
They scoff, complain, and babble so

So learn from them, my foes and friends!
Do not complain as they must do
Be glad and leave to smell the rose!
I now can say no more to you.

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(Dream within a nightmare)
I walked upon a bridge one night
Though in my mind, I was awake
Up in the sky, the moon so bright
It made the stars a dull opaque

And on my stroll, to my surprise
I found a window, cold and bare
And thought my brain had told me lies
For the window hung up in the air

But whether I’d been busy musing
Or whether I had gone insane
I found the sight very confusing
And felt upon my cheek some rain

As raindrops fell upon the soil
I opened here the window sill
I found within a metal coil
And a many more objects still

I saw a hilly field of dust
A moon of pasty whitish-red
A yellow car ablaze with rust
And little girl, black hair on head

The girl, she sat upon a stool
And with her face away from me
I saw she wore some kind of jewel
And greenish straps upon her knee

‘Hello, dear girl’ is what I said
She sighed and gasped and looked at me
She turned at me her face and head
And then I woke, and loudly screamed.

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(The lonely turtle)
A mar-red innocence
Dances through my veins
A spirit much more dense
Helps me to bear most pains
I don’t seem to understand
My delight, it always wanes
Constantly
Frequently
Relentlessly
I know the reason, though;
Nothing lasts forever
And thus is the beauty of existence

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(Bandersnatch)
A field of dazzling crimson snow
And moons of clever pink
His emerald skin was all aglow
As if coated in silver ink
His vorpal sword in hand, I say
Was slick with cobalt blood
From the beast he’d thought to slay
It’s corpse now in the mud
I’ll tell you this, my mawkish guy
His trial was not yet done
Heard him, behind, a quiet sigh
Like the clicking of a gun
He swerved around, and to his woe
The bandersnatch, with silver claws
Flew all about, a massive crow
And snarled at him with golden jaws
He swung his blade, and with a ‘chuck’
Slashed right through the monster’s head
And left it in the mellow muck
Dripping bloody red
“My task is done’, the man, he said
and turned on heel away
‘So tired now, I leave to bed’
And left to fight, another day.
(Reviews and comments are welcome. TITLED.)

[Kaizer Kaizer]

Two more poems that I wrote yesterday. Comments are encouraged. Now with titles!

(Backfire)
Great stalks of metal, iron, wood
And dishes made of polished gold
Upon great hills of brazen red
Above the village small and old
There stood a man, his skin so tan
His ashen hair stood out so far
A suit of green and purple spots
And there upon his eye, a scar
The humble man with knife in hand
Came ambling down the crimson hill
For came he with a horrid plan
An enemy he sought to kill
Upon his rival's small abode
He climbed the roof and opened here
The window sill, and with his eye
He sensed his foe was very near
Thus down he climbed the wooden stairs
With greatest skill, he made no sound
He stepped into the parlor there
And with his eye he looked around
A few more steps into the room
And then some red dripped down his coat
Thsi was because, his rival had
Now drawn a knife across is throat.

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(Field trip)
The blinking light upon this pole
Is what gives life to all of us
But feeling smart I then did say
'If we destroyed it, what's the fuss?'
Our teacher then was greatly shocked and so began to yell and scream
'YOU DO NOT TOUCH THE POLE!' he said
'THIS HORRID ACT YOU WILL NOT DREAM!'
But seeing that I was a brat
My first response was not 'obey'
So surely I could not get caught
With breaking it, so what the hey?
In front of him, I climbed the pole
Upon his face I saw such dread
I smashed it with a hammer so
Now I, and he, and all are dead

(REVIEW PLEASE. Thank you and good evening.)

[coogle]

I liked them, but I got a bit lost without a tittle as such.

[Kaizer Kaizer]

I'm going to write at least twenty, THEN I'll get them illustrated, then I'll get them published. As for titles, can't think of any. Suggestions?

[skavenbabe]

I really like em. The dream one, with the little girl on the stool.. kinda creeped me out for some reason lol and I can't really figger why.

[Kaizer Kaizer]

NOW WITH TITLES.