SeptimuS
Seven for the Pleiades —
Sister stars of ancient lore.
Some think to call them home
(others think a little more).
Seven were the wonders
Of the world in ages past.
To day they've been updated,
But short term memories don't last.
Seven notes of melody
Comprise all tonic scales.
Infinite variations give us
Endless sonic tales.
Seven sins prove deadly
For those lacking self-control.
Get to know your triggers,
Or the outcome won't be droll.
Seven are the Chakras;
Vortices of vital breath.
Meditate on these and see
Horus vanquish Seth!
Seven senses function
If a dreamer is wide awake.
Sixth be the so-called psychic,
Seventh: uncoiled ethereal snake.
Seven seals will break
When Judgment Day arrives.
Then we'll know who excelled
Or erred by wasting precious lives ...
SeptimuS
Verb Boss City
Verb Boss City
Nobody wants to hear it;
Tiny brains cannot bear it:
Any outpour of adjectives
Accompanying their respective
Subjects to achieve a higher objective.
They were once believed to be blessings
Of superlative bliss, but lately
Sunny ideas meld together
While choral nocturnes
Turn into perverse
Techno trysts.
Red tail-lights pulsate
Like bloody irony through
The autobahn's main artery.
Penthouse apartheid
Scrapes skies overhead
Because Phobos hates hoboes.
A gilded cage may suit the socialite parrot ...
However—a Jack Hare—won't chase suburban karat!
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Trench Trap
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Hark the herald angel's hum:
Bring your banjo
Pick then strum!
Moot point wavers
To and from.
At Devil's banquet;
Don't drop crumbs.
Life's more sanguine
Than red rum.
Break up huddle
We gotta scrum.
Time to kick-ass
Spit out gum.
There are secrets
Left to plumb ...
March to beat
Of internal drum.
Have no reason
To feel glum.
Pull that slack
Old school chum.
First one fucks
Before two cum!
Amateur Hour
Amateur (noun):
1. A person who engages in a study, sport, or other activity for pleasure rather than for financial benefit or professional reasons.
2. An athlete who has never competed for payment or for a monetary prize.
3. A person inexperienced or unskilled in a particular activity.
4. A person who admires something; a devotee or fan.
Middle French [1775-85] from the Latin amātor (lover).
Amateur Hour
First and foremost: here's an amateur!
Auteur pour son compte
Lover of les belles arts
(imitator supreme)
Orator des choses sublime.
Borrowed barbs from Baudelaire's flowers —
Ne comprends pas?
More's the pity, old sport.
Behold unbridled puissance;
Douceur gone sour.
Moliere's Misanthropos
Il est tres apropos
Exemplar par excellence
Et aussi le ne plus ultra
Connoisseur covering . . .
Fifteen minutes of shame
Rife with disrespect
For conventional flow
And blatant disregard
Toward savoir de lecteur!
Ars Somnium
Author's Note: For further notes on Carlos Castaneda's The Art of Dreaming, please refer to Wikipedia.
Ars Somnium
Sevenfold be the sorcerer's gateways to dreaming (each gate is first reached [i] and then crossed [ii] although not necessarily consecutively):
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