A Tale Died

A tale was found and quartered for the dust
Died afterwards like the fountains receding;
It was a history of sorrow, time might complete
And times may change according to desire.
The tales talked of their dead and gone,
Of good opinion and affection that lasted.

To offend the caves was to offend the angry men
In them, without frustrating their souls
Of eyes that battered and battled for more memory
In the name of mankind,
In the hobbies of the world that chanced difficulties.

More in angers was nagging, they grew worse in years
As those felons attracted a huge fitness,
These men of kings decided to sneak about
With a gallows air, perpetually in sin
And nagging with the bending of bars.

The stories one sees of idle personages

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Children?

Children are the easily led,
Their learning is profound,
Their lift is happy and proud,
Why do parents forgive them?
We produce the fellow children
To lift and uplift each of us
When there happens a life.
Children need growth to boast,
To live and outlive, to death is their journey
After a life of straightforward happiness and bliss.
Felt good? Why children? Because, say Children,
We live among others who are like the mothers
In the land we call Children.
Child after child shall learn of the existing ones
That need admirals and generals of late.
The defence of a child is the greatest concern,
And I laugh at one who destroys life,
Ever in turmoil is a child because of this act.
Children will be enough to be today.
Children can upset no one who is old and ancient,

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In The Cold

My hazard is a parcel for us to collect in the cold,
When wizards bite the skin of their own, in the cold.

My innocence resides in the head of my trustworthy soul,
Please be obedient to me when obeying to enthrone, in this cold.

My thought is your thinker’s achievement, for you saw,
And I as a seer am a fountain all alone, in the cold.

To strive is goodness, to think for the soul works well,
Let religious views be the issues of concern the wind has blown in the cold.

To be strong the backbone needs strengthening so well,
Once the effort of the high spirits becomes a cyclone in the cold.

Justice needed my deity to prescribe separate laws for all conditions,
Hot or cold, warm or cool, the effort of a man or a clone, in the cold.

Let us be never weak with danger, so high, so mighty as a goal,
And this test must be achieved when flown, in the cold.

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Distinct Pets

Let this telescope be of the rats and cats,
Seeing them look like drink and bad habits,
Eroding the soul as we speak like their tongue.

Make them like the white rabbits, cozy in their sleep
And small in size, splendid with their waist,
Like an earl who is rich and ready to sacrifice.

With the red-hot poker, believe in comforts
Inside a race-course, where no housemaids lurk
And the animals are full of themselves as cartwheels.

Let the microscope do its professional understanding
When the housemaids run into a wall,
Infested are the rats and buzzards of this age.

I see on the roof a magpie, and the pattering of ladies
In costumes of silk, madams who wear the air
Like canaries of the old order and free speech.

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Prepared for Action

To design the fate of others, and disbelieve in effort,
For the very reason open, and then perpetrate crime,
And then hold the scent to a dog which hated it.
You have been the optional one, the weird one,
The dead one, a manly one.

Too high is a seller of rights knowing out and out
That peace can be made in the very result, yet,
I will predict he is madder and not sane:
He thrives on food and drink then dies! !

Futile worlds and fed up children are in the very way,
They have been provoking the crimes of this very way,
I derive tasks and decide blame and seek revenge,
All in the hope of horror and scare.

Be a solid loser in the games of ancient nature,
As old virtues seek golden rules and hopeful disasters.
Your nature in the present day is different,
And I hope you live, and live again!

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The Door’s Whispers

There was whispering at the door,
Except for the sigh, and the occult.
In front of us tore a blade through the crack,
Concealing the body behind it.

The door is an open object mostly,
But it concerned me with futility;
We had to reject the conspiracy theory
And relate to the stories of ancient weapons.

When we tore the blade away with our swords
The daggers started to spread around the walls;
The walls started to endanger our lives
And we wanted to squirm free.

There was a squeal and a torturous time ahead,
And every day we would count our blessings.
This time luck’s authority proclaimed itself present,
Exclaiming our magic, exclaiming the heroic nature.

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Blustery

Blustery boosts wound round the trees that were offering bullion,
The jewels fled after air particles goaded the actual trunks
And glum puzzled parts of bark were usurped, leaves were claimed,
And leaves were left to the forces of godly intervention.

After this natural contention a glow from the sky vanished
Replaced by darkness, the wide and wider abyss called night;
Jewels were conspicuous, leaving the stars in wonderment
To be called feeble for their glimmering and simmering.

As slowly as heating a cake, the day resumed, to fight the hard gusts
Yet again, as a single-handed wind strove along the road
And bit hard at the royal leverage, commonality had reasserted the scene
For the wind had since been an offence called Regicide.

The king had escaped into the alive-world, where little men reigned
To be reining horses of their own winning, the very aid he received for kingdom;
That kingdom was in no blustery showers, but this kingdom remained
With a queen who had lost her jewels in the forest of foes and worry.

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Sweet Odours Of A New Palace

For a few minutes we pack for the journey named no more
By our successes, and life revolves around violas and violins.

The musicians have a stigma, the revolutionists cause mayhem
In their dozens of parlours, when secret script delivers its ridicule.

I have hours of misfortune inside my soul that has letters and food
Handfed by serial killers and I am now aghast at the burgeoning mayors.

The cities bespoke a merciful message that pursued logic after logic,
Only from economies that ran anew, from the devastations of slayers.

Inside the committee a new palace diverged into our minds that spoke on the topic,
For the mirrors kicked our bellies afterwards, from too much darkness and energy.

A wave is not a suitable partner for another wave, for swinging among the geography
Creates a six-day religion of created beings who surpass the men in the supreme quarters.

For a booth contains a hue that awoke for us to keep our tunics and shields,
To fight with a sweet odour, as the cavalry of the life we lead has passed us by.

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Dark and Deadly

Dark and deadly are these pains that reside in my head,
One falters with chilly winds, the very cool friends,
Then the winds are breezes, more breezes to be bled.

Dust and dirt are elite elements for all the men with a bed,
One seeks misery when there is misery that attends,
Dark and deadly are these pains that reside in my head.

Mighty rivers applaud the taste of the truly bred,
One stays in a whole sea for the corn that defends,
Then the winds are breezes, more breezes to be bled.

When do waters boil? And where are the flowers dead?
One picks up plants forcing the very grand ends,
Dark and deadly are these pains that reside in my head.

The delirious means used by some are to what fed?
One of us mends hearts too fragile, one that bends,
Then the winds are breezes, more breezes to be bled.

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Soft Accent

In soft accents the language results,
From what you say and endeavor,
Leaving the wastes and treasures,
Feeling your own puzzle at the eyes.
I have to cooperate once the astonishment
Heartens the blood, as the blood is my residue.
I had meant to be pleasing to the eye,
I was sorely disappointed due to ill-health,
My reasons for living were reduced
And afterwards the garrison was a bundle of joy.

After supper the same day, we began in threes and fours
To decide the fate of our ancestors.
We looked agitated when the handkerchiefs were rinsed
And with water the ladies of the night mistook
Us for children.
I have trouble talking to this woman,
I have reappeared for the main question.
Give the brush to my hair,
And comb like I do,

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