Barry the Hamster

A while back Neptune with Mithra would war,
Songs leavened light but darkened snow yea cold,
Twas hour tight till carpets soaked in tears bore,
Pages ye books now would crease they longed to fall,
That was when Barry took note his cage floating,
Woken drooping sounds, steadfast come was nigh,
Headlong fought and bitter sought the bars now broke,
Long last the door came through, and walls drunk more,
Each book he clung as ships afloat at sea,
With a thrust the weight of walls loomed to cave,
Gasp! and scurry! and hurrying was he,
Till higher ground was met, and boarish tears he made,
Night would grow; cold would bite: till leaves he ate.
"What time of fright! My owner gone for nuts!
Nor Noah refuge me from Neptune's arm!
Nor Mithra for warmth of light lest mine dies!"
As morn would whisper, so too others follow,
She stopped by memories and peeked and throwed.
At long last she took note of her hamster weak,
Did give warmth and food by hand and lips powed:
"Of all things I have lost be it named and shamed,
For I have all in the world; a curse ye devil's bane!
My dear Barry the Hamster yet he lives!"

Two Turtles

Reader, these two turtles are one described:
Their shells coloured my sight prescribed,
Whose eyes commanded hands extend,
Fit for fingers touch upon shells to tend,
Though warm and hard was one such shell,
Drew back the other knocked as a bell,
Like a drop echoing erst the ripples form,
Each sound crawls ere a hundred born;
Now cast I check a shell: empty and cold!
Sunk, sunk away! yet its soul be gold!
Like new burberry, I tried and I wait,
This time, the price tag was no bait!
Whence my legs stretched, my neck curled,
Did slip through and here am pearled!
Child I was, such a shell then broken song!
Yet this child in me never truly gone!
Oh, beautiful shell! How bright your smile,
How blessed to have grown back in style!
Slow are the days ahead by mud be test, 
Yet rain sings "trip to tread tight" in jest!
Swim, swim away! Pieces of my past, swim!
Float and hence such erupting sorrow!
This shell abandoned new, is but shell adorned!


Golden was my sight at dawn beheld,
Giants scaled at large I slowly bid,
Slow were my wings till flight withheld,
Mine eyes drooped in mellow avid:

I have seen the giants fall and heel,
The sun collapse ere light be fraught,
I have felt the heat they durst feel.
Years roll through smoke and drought,

Yet still I remain in this sac of draught,
These new species I can't tell apart,
Two bulging uppers and one hell a raft!
Though I'm thankful I never dart!

Yet, here I am, the foolish trot,
Had I delayed a second by move,
I would not have seen a million years,
And this be same by seconds above.

Till now those millions past,
Glared by passer-bys here and there,
Never knowing what story past,
Tis sap guarding that story to bear.


That's when I met her,
On the ocean floor,
Crystal light spelt better,
A new gay door,
The times in jest bar swim,
What desire is told,
Along the reefs light is dim,
Still I walk and mould.

Shadowed Gaze

Moons would walk through shadowed gaze unheard,
It seemed amiss caught fire our leaves bettered grue,
With each orbit, in light's shot a sight was all but had,
When finally hills are seen; craters spell their name,
Hence each speck of flame our energy walking away,
Thus came hand-in-hand, the moons in wake, light in awe
Spread wings from halo light, of great force walked Moons,
These are the happ'nings Lendayem describes and takes:
Though it was never futile such gaze unheard be now reborn.


Said some years past how light gives way:
Every rock of asteroid spins,
So true it is how light brings all together,
So true is it now we observe its axis formed,
If yet make or break from hence the light,
Each spin twicefold now oncefold once
Ere the last is kept from dark is made.
Bitter and fewer were each axes formed,
Ones larger they spin as fast they come,
As each crash from this was speed the same.
So be an asteroid and here, remember this:
Of all times and grueling measure foretold,
Each asteroid shall crash upon you and break,
You shall break, and you shall split in two,
The mind so delicate, it too shall split in two;
Though words like needles drive bitter woe,
Can only go as far as skin, vein and flesh!
Yet each one spins alone and much like asteroid!
The first senses light, the second senses light;
Then third yea ancient crashes against the newborn,
Yet all they spin and continue round our gaze as new,
These are the constant cycles brought we need,
Then no space without life can suck life from us,
So be an asteroid. Spin. Keep spinning:
For it is then the Universe spinning round ye.

To no end at all, still they spin,
For light of stars touch them,
It makes them spin as fast,
Too much light, there lacks a spin.
Balance, then! Meaning, and balance.

As it sounds

Listen the words sweet and sober,
All is lingering ere tales veil her,
In coolest springs is joy beheld,
Laid by courses streaming held,
At last brought before a city woven
Hot in breezes sound as ought be open,
Added to the mix was strength and mute:
It could have been like jestered lute,
Longing be heard, if not for rain,
And when the grief comes forth,
Little by little it dissolves as dearth.
Life itself could spell the name well,
Angst, and sorrow, brewed to swell,
How now I live, so beautiful, so good?

She’s The Freelancer

Bid pleasing tales of hope and glory,
Brought by pages sung by canaries flying,
A sweetest word borne of bitter story,
Yet one could remember its feeling,
And so spell it forshook erst in part,
These are the footsteps of grass, snow;
Of rocks and shores. The simple heart,
Who goes where, where none go near,
Whose darkness sullied comes better fear,
Even whilst her conscience bids her here,
It is still her heart turning her gear,
Simply for the knowledge, it is passion;
She tests and wrests her flag on this island,
Though tempered shook can no moon undo;
Thunder strikes each maid lost how sessioned,
It is what mud itself can make flowers stew,
Though spell I name this kindred spell,
As though from nothing came pun as much,
How glory so pleasing of hope and tell,
That keeps such ladies going hundred much!
Indeed, I scorn the principled art desire,
So leavened my love be picked on hearth desire,
Each pluck and tear gives me more desire,
If it were love, I'd say it's moreso just desire!


Little I knew that sun be torn,
Proved little of me than light within,
That it has brought me stars to learn,
A smile to know, the light is breathing;
Each drop of my food, soup and bread,
Be it the finest stew with meat be served,
With wine I shall be whole lest misled,
This much I fathom tell, this night deserved.
A muse would come at my window now,
No pun intended, this much I ere assure:
Each star but a sun once I torn (it is now),
So my cheapish words convince resure,
Drink of the youth spent and cursed here,
That sun torn became that youth divine,
If ever you proved little of light so near,
Let's sit and speak of misses now to sign.


How charming words can ill regress!
If one could bite words off pages found,
Let it be those most ill they digress!
Yet could not tear 'love' from pages bound,
Still they argue amongst themselves a flaw;
Grief is set, the stage poured glass empty,
Each step come words poignant sharp he bore,
More is glass filled by gall juiced ill-contempt,
Taste me more! the blade creases flesh fourfold,
Yet in writing these give rise to designs anew,
Ones that are nothing but rises hardly bold!
Yet 'tis love, indeed; though I cannot renew,
By sea apart, no land departs, the sounds dispel,
Each step escaped, as they'd hammer strings,
Like naive cats playing then descend to pedal,
How fast they all run! All the keys a stair brings,
So leap once, now twice, but pause a second!
My heart is breaking, my member soring;
The grueling blood mingled in fluid beckoned,
Then he turned and paused, arpeggio fraught,
Now I am silenced, now I am the silence brought,
If there be any word from ye, a week now be ought,
Whence sorrows bring, charms sped is sought,
Though linger, hither and thither, each descend,
How beautiful the feel! So sour yet sweet a drink,
What is it then, how tastes ye mere raw limes?
Whilst with salt it is indeed less bitter ye drink!
It matters not; he walked away in bitter times.