Pestilence: Handsome

by Timothy   Apr 6, 2012


How many bodies doth one count?
More the merry body's kind,
counting bodies, then we find

two and twenty burping lassies;
burped a voice amidst the pain,
dear in sight, dear, judging pain.

Panning sideways, by the crossways
slaughtered livestock smile the shine,
sweet in smile, though, somewhat fine.

Rhythmic footsteps thump thou cheek,
treasured eyesight, treasure chest,
thumping chest, now, looking west

Such a whipping to that picture!
Sun and good health, loved to see
sun and health, child, loved by thee.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    Whenever I read something from you, I can feel your words CRUSH walls and deteriorate cities! . Dude, you are a genius.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Lioness

    Timothy,
    Love the rhyming in this poem. I've learnt to just enjoy the read of your writes as I am sure that whatever comes to my mind about what they could be, probably incorrect or just stupid lol so I just read your poems and enjoy the images, rhyming and awesome words and flow!

    x

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    by L

    I enjoyed the rhymes of your poems, I don't know how you do it.

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