TOO ENDLESSLY

TOO ENDLESSLY

Hemmingway’s Folly

.   .   .

The rolling river knows and to this torture shows

From virtues sodden garments strewn

The bloodless captives body hewn

..

O endless river follow long, a plaintiff song

Where dreams will last forever

Our deepest friendships we sever

..

We cannot chide the moon its life is longer

Loves bite is stronger than the

Sentiment of shadows, wayward arrows

..

When we write our story down in verse

We suckle at life’s wet nurse

Who forces her to yield?

..

What bastard drone betide may step aside

Abandon loves purest reason

To fulfil the rutting stag in season

..

And nature charming like a sceptarian

Seven hands for seven throats

Seven lives, seven moats

..

And in this spun tale of summer gold,

I see within her folds, lust has wed

The serpents head, so angry and so red

..

The deed was done, of sumnal scum

O great Rome, she still speaks to the soul of man

Offers prayers to Zeus and gods of Roman story

..

O harlot tramp the hoary, not centre of our story

Some saints are set for glory

Shield me O’ phantom roaring

..

And in all this turgid mire she capitulates

Loves lovers lost beneath her virgin state

Loves moment born to virtue sworn

..

The specious dawn of fair Capricorn

O laugh to scorn the sanscript of her love forlorn

The lover bared capitulates to sporn

..

O holy fire that burns the chaff of lust in satan’s pire

The wire of restraint within a maidens fire

For they burn inside the hole of hell

..

And Saint Adronedes astride the golden shire

Steps forth to shout at Surgun’s sun

Her fervour to espunge

..

Ho, regulateur the northern sun as cold as fire

Extends her holy, male-born spire

This Captain’s heart of swollen desire

..

In Capita’ de Espana a Bull’s testiculos

to determine the diminutive

The collective compulsive

..

We stop to observe the wonder of her gaze

The memory of Hemmingway’s ways

Too endlessly they disappear

..

edenbraytoday

30.11.2020

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details and join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or comment for my ego and encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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