pipe-tree
girls are bathing
in coffee aroma
lacy lingerie on the rim
lazing
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A World Worth Living In by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One who claims that he knows about it
Tells me the earth is a vale of sin;
But I and the bees, and the birds we doubt it,
And think it a world worth living in.
Whatever you want, if you wish for it long,
With constant yearning and ceaseless desire,
If your wish soars upward on wings so strong
That they never grow languid, never tire,
Why, over the storm cloud and out of the dark
It will come flying some day to you,
As the dove with the olive branch flew to the ark,
And the wish you’ve been dreaming,
it will come true.
by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX (1855–1919)
Public Domain Poetry
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the end of everything
the days have buried us
quiet desperation’s creep
they’ve embraced the liturgy
of dubstep supremacy
the old reich is new again
dandelions spinning
we seek the mercy of sleep
zero-sum mentality
is their prime modality
none beyond the reich’s reach
it’s all over your face
silence only we sane can hear
the world’s too gone to scream
one weep away from hell
of the faithful’s making
we could try to break free
or sink into apathy
the reich prevails either way
a slavish love or else
führer gods above us all
the great ‘i am’ collectively
jackboots in perpetuity
embrace the reich on fire
it’s all over your face
silence only the sane can hear
we’re far too gone to scream
by TONY SINGLE
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it’s complicated
woman in red
writing in red
of all her grievances
in over her head
‘cos she won’t give head
(well, that’s what he said)
she wants to really
to taste & get feely
but he hates her dearly
(well, that’s what she said)
mayhap neither ought to have wed
they’ve long since shat the marital bed
(well, that’s what the milkman said)
by TONY SINGLE
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hagakure
the fox with the sword
he never uses his words
like a samurai
he prefers meditation
over a cherry petal
in silence he feels
a longing for the highlands
there’s no other goal
fox life is the only way
darting through the foggy fens
fleet of foot & tail
the gods can barely spot him
or trace his bearing
the fox looks yonder
at thunder on the mountain
the gods are angry
or maybe they are happy
the cherry petal flutters
ascension begins
climbing over nook & rock
fox ‘neath the lit skies
crystal droplets pelting down
the sword’s unblemished blade edge
fleet of foot & tail
the gods can fairly ponder
his vulpine essence
the fox at the peak
sees the gods in their true form
bow to each other
& then they sit side by side
for endless meditation
so he makes his choice
tender the fox lays his sword
down for the last time
soars into the lawless sky
turning into a petal
fleet of foot & tail
the gods can only look on
in silent envy
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
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