by Hammer of Los » Tue Aug 13, 2013 8:46 am

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(Poem No:8)



The Worm that Turned.



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Picking up my Wormwood Wand,

I Turn it Over in my Hand.

It's Wood is of the Hazel Tree,

Or so it doth Appear to me.



I lay the Bricks that Raise my Tower,

My Four Arms Knotted like the Rower,

Who Pulls along the Midnight Stream,

Who Knows that Life is but a Dream.



I Plumb the Depths with Stone and Line,

Winter's Triangle doth Align.

I taste the Coldness of the Draught.

Two Face doth See Fore and Aft.

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(Poem No:72)



Mourning Star (Pinpoint Accuracy).



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If dost Hear Lyric beyond thy Ken,

Shalt thou then Word to Madness liken?

But harken to Herald of New Age!

Though be Just Words of Rustling Page.



Life's Author doth adore a Joke,

Though sometimes on Punch Line he doth Choke.

For Cosmic Giggle be Strangled Cry,

When all thy Hopes and Dreams doth Die.



Now Slip the Surly Bonds of Matter!

Become Mad! Madder!! Than Hatter!

Four Black Star Riders Bound for Glory!

Sage knows Secrets of Hunky Dory.

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...A couple more maybe.It is actually on topic.......