Historical Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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historical seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 3:18am
7th Apr 2024 3:18am
Enheduanna Chapter 1
#historical
#erotic
#sex
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Khione
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 10:15pm
7th Mar 2024 10:15pm
Khione
From movement and ice, you sprang
Propagated by the maelstrom
Whipping shards of jagged glass
Reflecting bleached landscapes back at you
Prints covered as soon as they are made on the trek from the summit
To the peak
As what waits there is guarded by unspeakable wrath
Cold and detached from the colors it protects
Bolstered by a families never ending push downwards
Off the peaks
Into the sea
You dive deep
Deeper than most have dared to go
Deep enough that the light is lost and the pressure forces a chill...
Propagated by the maelstrom
Whipping shards of jagged glass
Reflecting bleached landscapes back at you
Prints covered as soon as they are made on the trek from the summit
To the peak
As what waits there is guarded by unspeakable wrath
Cold and detached from the colors it protects
Bolstered by a families never ending push downwards
Off the peaks
Into the sea
You dive deep
Deeper than most have dared to go
Deep enough that the light is lost and the pressure forces a chill...
#winter
#mythology
#historical
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Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 3:48pm
13th Feb 2024 3:48pm
To Shakespeare's sonnet 73.
I do see in you now the passing years
but then, you are several hundred years old,
still, your evergreen leaves shan't fall as tears
for your scribe scribed you in real solid gold.
Fear not honoured sonnet about black nights
for searching eyes will gleam on you en mass,
your sun shan't sink for all lust for some light
to but dimly gleam in your poet's glass.
In you rhymes light full raging fire's roar,
brighter, as the sweet birds singing sound dims,
knowing I too, shake 'gainst that closing door
where, behind, your writer's...
but then, you are several hundred years old,
still, your evergreen leaves shan't fall as tears
for your scribe scribed you in real solid gold.
Fear not honoured sonnet about black nights
for searching eyes will gleam on you en mass,
your sun shan't sink for all lust for some light
to but dimly gleam in your poet's glass.
In you rhymes light full raging fire's roar,
brighter, as the sweet birds singing sound dims,
knowing I too, shake 'gainst that closing door
where, behind, your writer's...
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
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Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 7:37pm
11th Feb 2024 7:37pm
The Harlots Brush with The Law
I leant against the young Copper's waist
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
#fiction
#parody
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#historical
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Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 1:13am
10th Feb 2024 1:13am
(my) Nymphs Reply To The Shepherd
Since all the world and love is one
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
#inspirational
#rhyming
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
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Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 9:25pm
9th Feb 2024 9:25pm
Mother of all Feasties
In days of Yore when knights were bold
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
#alcohol
#food
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
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Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 9:34am
4th Feb 2024 9:34am
The Blankety Blank Song
I knew an engineer and before he died,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump,...
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump,...
#rhyming
#fiction
#lyrics
#funny
#historical
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Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 6:04pm
3rd Feb 2024 6:04pm
Mrs Shakespeare, gripes
Your pen has admirable addictions '
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
143 reads
2 Comments
jbsr007
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 12:19pm
16th Jan 2024 12:19pm
Time after time
The elephant in the room speaks to the fly on the wall. Passing secrets of the ageless, as memorials fall. Dreams holding more material than a museum full of malls, opens it's doors to restore and awaken us all. In an Instagram that flashes, it's messages in stashes. It will be the passive serving pastor, leading past all false masters. The faster time times, the closer the rapture. Harmony and peace is the peaking that follows here after...
#historical
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Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:50pm
13th Jan 2024 6:50pm
Richard III
I need a new arch-villain to rouse me
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who, matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns entowered, to wrench hearts,
the inconvenient fact of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final...
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who, matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns entowered, to wrench hearts,
the inconvenient fact of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
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Poem Published
9th Jan 2024 11:41am
9th Jan 2024 11:41am
Cassandra & Ajax
I came to Athena for aegis 'gainst my fate
but the fall of Troy showed me that was forlorn,
indeed I was ripped from her arms, maid for mate
as he rudely used me with artless male scorn...
Such a curse, Apollo, visited on me,
then blast it with bolts of raw untrust, for all,
I knew my coming fate from my own prophecy
but my feet, still, dragged me to my sordid fall.
Ajax the Lesser? Ah! A gross misnomer
I thought Priapus come as the earth began to quake
as he, again, sheathed his weapon, this farmer
sowed his...
but the fall of Troy showed me that was forlorn,
indeed I was ripped from her arms, maid for mate
as he rudely used me with artless male scorn...
Such a curse, Apollo, visited on me,
then blast it with bolts of raw untrust, for all,
I knew my coming fate from my own prophecy
but my feet, still, dragged me to my sordid fall.
Ajax the Lesser? Ah! A gross misnomer
I thought Priapus come as the earth began to quake
as he, again, sheathed his weapon, this farmer
sowed his...
#sonnet
#mythology
#historical
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Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 7:07pm
31st Dec 2023 7:07pm
The Old School
Round the granite dressed Carr Academy
in right grandly titled Woodhouse hill road,
a host of terraced houses neighbourly
nestled, back-to-back, side-by-side and dozed...
On lift of latch, brass-bell of Ramsden's shop
would clang, to tell folk shop might make a sale,
and growl of steel clad wheels and sharp clip-clop
as brewer's dray, carted Bay Horse some ales.
But come four-of-the-clock great...
in right grandly titled Woodhouse hill road,
a host of terraced houses neighbourly
nestled, back-to-back, side-by-side and dozed...
On lift of latch, brass-bell of Ramsden's shop
would clang, to tell folk shop might make a sale,
and growl of steel clad wheels and sharp clip-clop
as brewer's dray, carted Bay Horse some ales.
But come four-of-the-clock great...
#sonnet
#family
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
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