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A Song Of Swords
Introduction The idea from this came because I put a Hawkwind album on and the first track was "Song Of The Swords". I also like the concept of George RR Martin's Iron Throne which is constructed of swords, because no ruler should ever be comfortable in their seat.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Say...
I’m out. The common novel has shrunk to the novella to the novelette, and here I am, like the meth has left me next to a dumpster; this is a free-form death wish on the danger of the demon, hyperbole as I let loose on a soapbox upon a dead corner. A march, under starched for good, in the ether, and it’s getting a little cozy. Post-PUNK, Air-walking the gap-to-sloper, wall planter through the wall that turns out was formally promised declaration of a hay-day. “A dab will do, Love.” I'm not (eye roll) that special. Minx of Tartars, hear me! “…you cut out there, but I have you now. Flipping, flopping on whether I use this to prove a point to Thee INSIDE or take the dare like a child, pretending I’m only stumbling on the refresh button for the third time looking for that dreaded front button. “You meant back, right?” To say it plainly, Dane sees the biblical heaven fees, not worth the new fucking app, but if the gates of Six Flags can’t stop me…
By Willem Indigo3 months ago in Poets
Mission GO!
A recession…nah. Can only bask in the appreciation that you recognize the term in this dark…this context. I’m not laughing; the joke of it is being pulled out of the stone one silver cloth at a time that no one notices. Guess how can you not? They’ll think the knots are Celtic Runes. The heart bleeds out either way. Better than this exists. Been there, through the burned-off fingertips, fine wine sips. The M. Night Twist is that they are no longer missed. Not regretted; who has the time in the trenches, but not some ham-fisted blame game reason the former operative’s flowing in perpetuity with the monsters and mine fields. You’d never know your forever was temporary… Back from that, sir.
By Willem Indigo3 months ago in Poets
Turkey Hunter
Sweet scent of oil And shoes ill fitting Velcro strapped tight And I won’t be sitting Much Double socked up Will still crush my toe Give me one second It’s my turn to throw Search through the balls Stick my fingers in the holes Step to the line It’s time to rock and roll One step Two step Three step Release Another errant throw I’ll just blame it on the grease Gutter ball, gutter ball Three pins, strike Gutter ball, gutter ball I can do this all night More animated than the cartoons on the screen Check the scoreboard I’m the double digit king pin Didn’t lose Didn’t win Gonna need Aleve for the pain I’ll be in
By Aaron Morrison3 months ago in Poets
