My pillow is filled, on those long restless nights,
of Icarus down smelling of candle wax.
And all the things wrong in all the things right
like finding a straw in a tall needle stack.
Tell Odepus to aim for the lofty full moon.
When he does miss then the arrow will burn
In the fiery star heart turn from willow to fume.
What is destined for greatness is destined for doom.
Tell the tale of king Midas and the tale of Solomon.
Tell them of all the kings who were cursed with might.
Even Ozymandias sitting on his stone throne.
The title of king bears a price and a plight
Beware insincere waxen-faced success!
For success begets pride, and pride idleness,
and idleness hunger and hunger despair.
Success is quite fickle, so listener
beware!
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Zemde (
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Percy Bysshe Shelley, would have liked your poem, I think
I have no better way, to praise the poetic ambition, you bravely display in this great write
thanks for sharing, dear poet..
(although Rameses II and his 100 plus children
may not, easily - approve
me thinks
'what is that?'
oh yes, yes, beloved Coleridge
we still remember your Kubla Khan
who was foiled by the stormy waves
on the shores of Japan, but see
I'm sorry but you never bothered to finish any of your poetry
so we're gonna stay celebrating Shelley
and no, we're distinctly Choosing - to ignore, his personal life
we've all had enough of 'context',
thank you very much!)
ahem, forgive me that inner poetry nerd just got loose, for a second
will quickly tuck it way
before it says anything more unseemly, lol
Thank you for taking the time to read my work! I don't think I've read Shelly's work yet. I'll check it out as soon as I get the chance.
a very impressive write.
look forward to reading more of your work;
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