posted on February 1, 2014 at 8:04 am
no spruiky onlee poem

no spruiky onlee poem

I know more than I should of her foreign waves

In swirling streams of green colour

Riding her dolphinfish like a little courtesan

Bobbing on the eddies the cream foam of aphrodites birth

When beautiful winds blow in from exotic climes and times

Bringing promises of divine spine of speed the seed of universes

The verses of gods own song are preached in a moment of truce

All those cats from Troy with their pretty boy Paris now plastered in an inn

The greeks move in man and they seek the sweetest revenge

hell bent on leather and plumed to the nines

those lusty Aegean sons riding over Poseidons turquoise ripple

those currents flow from some strange spring  my main fellow

hello do you hear?

Inside the plutocrat frame  they already have your image and a name

When his Malevolence arrives your bluster will be just dust in the desert of some African tribe.

When the Norns cut your chord short on a battlefield bought with song

Everything your lyre told you was wrong

Well thronged with vassals in the port of Joppa see me jostled by the lord

Some thug took a swing the drug hooked something slugged me out of the ring

I blame the evil snake

who in golden boughed apple tree did seduce the all- mother

as she reached for that ruby fruit a pain did shoot across the sky

and wolves began to howl in some sudden icy hell

and moons fell in hidden fields of the sea where plankton glimmer lifelessly

and razortooth viper shark awaits the shards of comet

and the souls of sailors who drowned in wines marshes

But that wily feathered pretty serpent with his bangles of amethyst

Talking in an accent half Yorkshire half worm

Guile and subterfuge laid on like honey

The vile old dragon choking on gold

The same old devils cool off in this ocean

And their steam forms little clouds that rain on in the distance

And the droplets float in the air transparently opaque

The drake of hearts flowers in its wake

But in the depths the krakens heart will break




14 Responses to “NERYS”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 February 2014 at 8:24 am #

    ‘Plutocrat frame’ – love it!

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    Kohl Ette | 1 February 2014 at 8:36 am #

    Hallure! ‘The verses of gods own song are preached in a moment of truce’ reminds me of what i had on my mind yesterday…. the truth lies somewhere between all our words. Lay it on, Honey!

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    Cath | 1 February 2014 at 9:02 am #

    shards of comet, rather meteor fire, reigned from the skies of my nightworld,
    resonance such an uncanny thing…….people universes apart, dreaming the same inventions, manifesting the same words or playing the hundredth monkey……strange realm it is 🙂 blessed be

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    eekie | 1 February 2014 at 10:12 am #

    But if he were to spruik the painting, he would point you to the shop section of this site… 😉

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    Chris | 1 February 2014 at 11:52 am #

    …the kraken wakes and thrashes….vivid!

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    matthew | 1 February 2014 at 7:13 pm #

    Oh man, that’s the good stuff! Thank you! Just the thing to even out an evening in.

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    . | 2 February 2014 at 1:08 am #

    and the woman was without flaw…
    an innocent, reluctant means to an end…
    at least to the beginning of this world
    but even the gods have devils…
    whispering dissonance and contradiction,
    preying on the naive and the yet unwritten
    but the perfect soul of the same damsel disagreed
    inviting godly vengeance and their dramatic prose
    stirring their hearts to revenge and carnage
    unleashed upon this tiny orb even to this day…
    but the “gods” still bow to the Beginning
    and never quite seem to figure it out…

  8. avatar
    Polaris | 4 February 2014 at 1:45 am #

    In Plaster Of Paris the Syren is cast.

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