Vision Vérité Voyage Vers Vers Verts Verlaine
Vision Vérité Voyage Vers Vers Verts Verlaine
Voici vos fruits chou fleur aux seins ronds, aux belles hanches,
et voici mon grand coeur, qui ne bat que pour vous.
ne le déchirez pas avec vos mains si blanches,
Qu’à vos yeux bleus ces beaux cadeaux vous semblent doux !
Lundi au Vendredi, puis Samedi, Dimanche
dès ce jour du Printemps, Mars, Avril se confondent,
moi, Mars, je suis aussi, en vous Avril s’épanche, -
le karma réunit l’esprit clair, cœur profond.
Vous arrivez ouverte, encore parfumée,
prête à me caresser des pieds au cou dûment,
souffrez que ma fatigue entre vos mains dressée
répond aux doux instants qui la délasseront.
Vers votre jeune sein je viens faire la fête, -
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Verbatim Veracity Vision Voyage Visiting Verlaine's Virid Verses
Verbatim Veracity Vision Voyage Visiting Verlaine's Virid Verses
Key to my bliss, I’d kiss proud breasts and shapely hips,
Accept my heart so great which just for you does beat,
Refuse to [t]urn my fate with spurning fingertips
ENchanting nymph, fair Miss, receive gifts soft and sweet.
Know each day of the week there's only you to praise
As into April March stands herald to the Spring
Represent March Mars me, in you may April ph[r]ase
ENdearment, Venus speak, bestow heart, shared joy [b]ring.
Kismet come unto me as perfumed fresh, and soft,
All ready to caress from top to toe with skill
Redressing mast you bless between two hands, - aloft
Endowment’s flag flies free, responds as vessels fill.
Kiss met on your pert breast jerks, perks up, celebrates
As bow to complement your violin, in tune,
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O Hush Thee, - Though Maybe parody Sir Walter Scott - Lullaby on an Infant Chief
O Hush Thee, - Though Maybe...
O hush thee, though maybe desires in the night
for [s]mothering lady, lewd, lovely and tight,
would make you less lonely, sweet dreams would flow free,
they’d all tell of longings precocious in thee!
O flush not the toilet for loudly it blows,
awaking the warders who guard thy repose,
their belts they’d unbuckle, bare bottoms be red,
should any young lady draw near to your bed.
Don’t blush for, sweet baby, the time may soon come
when thy sleep shall be broken by bosom and bum,
then hush thee, my darling, fake rest while you may,
till a wife takes your manhood, - then rake every day!
25 April 1990 Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief
O Hush Thee, My Baby - Parody Sir Walter Scott
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Chatter Chief Of Staff Application 1331 After William Shakespeare Hamlet's Soliloquy
To verse, or role reverse, that's in the question,
when writer's block may cause some indigestion -
[with contests tougher then the going's rougher] -
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the strings and sorrows of outrageous scribblers,
the binges of obsessional dribblers,
the noisy cutters' red, black, unread bubbles:
or to take arms against such teething troubles
and by opposing, end them? Still keep one's cool,
guide, bona fide, and gladly suffer fools?
There's surely something wrong in A.P. rules
when talent's topsy-turvy turned by ghouls,
when terms of reference ability are not retained.
Here trophy credibility must be regained.
For here are pressing claims and urgent needs,
though many try, scarce one percent succeeds -
and one percent of these may save their soul
as contest pressures take their toll
of high ideals, oft leaving empty shell
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Androcles and the Lion
ANDROCLES AND THE LION
Every verse acts as shell for fair moral, a skel -
eton which we expand when councilling,
wanton worries dispel, (we can scan well and spell) ,
through transcendent end line linking illing!
Lordly lion’s large jaws are unused, like his paws,
'til his lady striped zebra’s sent spilling,
then he rages and roars, rips raw prey with sharp claws,
but it's mostly to show flesh is willing.
In the main, mighty mane and earthshaking refrain
give the lie - ‘spite his timbre so thrilling,
for with pride by his side he can set pride aside,
letting others continue the killing.
Every night by lush well loud flush larynx will swell,
while at jungle rill thirstily swilling,
yet all know very well ‘tis to show lioncel
how to act, an example instilling.
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Tree's Frog - Parody Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never fail
to see with glee a frog full pail
less lovely than a poem which
most must with difficulty stitch.
Who's uninspired by froggy frail
leaves cheeks livid, features pale –
their sale may even make one rich
when cogent rhyme spares metre’s (gl) itch.
Sage frog we sing as holy graal
not trite, - right pristine risqué trail –
write neither tedious nor kitsch
preposterous or piteous pitch.
Wage man in name of culture’s flail
culls brazen female framed with veil,
In time of need none sex may switch -
unlike the frog, who’ll spawn enrich.
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From Epidermal Taxidermy to Internal Epiphany
FROM EPIDERMAL TAXIDERMY TO INTERNAL EPIPHANY
Portrait of fair mind is neither, nor!
neither mastered nor in pieces shred,
displayed to touring tourists - Turrell's bore -
whose dreams no themes of genius hint ahead.
Could paint drip down to mop pain's vail of tears,
unveiling pooled oasis to exchange,
past wraith, fresh faith to grace remaining years,
then fears would fade before excitement strange.
From monochrome to rainbow glow display
“we are such stuff as dreams are made of” shows,
no lifeless stuffing, feathers drooping, fray;
vitality surpasses surface glows
to put to shame greyed taxidermist’s skills
forever fixed in time: true talent spills.
True talent overflows as curiousity
channels potential, recent acquisitions,
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Downhill and other Parodies - Christina ROSSETTI - Uphill
Yes, the clock ticks downhill all the way,
until the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From light to mo[u]rn, my friend.
But is there for the spring a resting-place,
a ring before the last dark hours begin,
may not time fleeting mask it from my face?
No second chance for sin.
Will timesharing ease the fears and fright?
Toc ticks till all’s in hock which went before.
May not Time’s knocks be reined in by insight?
There is no reign resistant to scythe sure.
Who may find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Time echoes onwards though the soul’s struck dumb.
Will there be time for me and all who seek?
Come, come! - the tocsin ticks to each his sum.
(c) Jonathan Robin Parody Christina ROSSETTI - Uphill
15 October 2005
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On First Looking - Parody John KEATS – On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer
On First Looking
Much have I rummaged, bartered books for gold,
and many goodly states of Shakespeare seen,
round many stalls and book fairs have I been
which frauds in fealty to their runners hold.
Oft of some sharp expense had I been told
that Maggs or Quaritch made their pet demesne,
yet never did I seethe with rage so keen
till once a chap-book saw I still unsold.
Then wished I Evoe was, who in disguise,
the superman of planet fame, I ken,
skinned over catalogues with eagle eyes
to stare at price lists with a skill few men
can e’er attain unearthing bargains. Vain
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Time - Acrostic Palindrome Revisited
Titan Chronos wields sharp sickle, fickle Fate dictates gifts Gods
In second thoughts withdraw to pour cold water on fond hope,
Margin call all castles in the air to dust bring 'neath the sods,
Entropy replaces order, chaos borders balance, scope.
Time seeds seconds that it swallows as each follows each to teach
Idyll; Golden Age; soon harvests, rapeseed reaped with scarce a nod,
Mortality is empty dream, nothing living's out of reach
Ever will grim reaper gather what was given, trod to clod.
Time spins headlong, helter-skelter, alpha omega its hum,
Innate energy refocussed, hocus-pocus drawing blind,
Merging, surging, fresh emerging each dimension is assigned
Extra frequencies as harmonies seek equilibrium.
Thrust of course is force attraction contradictions overcome,
If upset the great equation's recreated, recombined,
Musters flux, reflux ethereal, in many ways declined,
Echo-systems spectra spectral, strata senses tuned as one.
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