vineri, 21 martie 2014

The sharp edge of a filoplume quill



The sharp edge of a filoplume quill
Slits the air and penetrates backward bent light;
Conjoining minstrel and several muses
Into everlasting words,
As Chaos safeguards them within tainted wings of night.

Behrime



Behrime underneath sepulchred  souls, I want to shackle carnivore me;
Flick the words with the tip of my quill of twilight.
I excoriate decayed love with flaming ogle...

Grilling on lusty teeth your satin flesh is still exquisite and prohibited,
Mortify the thirst of a wicked minstrel with sweet nectar of your blood...
Now, graciously atone yourself for I sin with thy waxy bones!

The Sussex Attitude 101: Barking Balsam



Somewhen not long ago
Barking balsam bout bait ballet
Brocks barca brish are puffing at the brich tree
Magico lists mouldering balderdash
Long-dogs pent the appleterre
Whist waygoer trape Eros’s vady corpse
For on birds wedding-day bitter my soul
Yourn vampiric kisses were.

Sussex Tautogram



Amost agwain a-bed…
Allus anigh!
Amakin abroad,
Anywhen, atween
Adry almeries…
Altsinit anewst.

luni, 17 martie 2014

Lá Fhéile Pádraig



Seo! Ar dheis anseo! Is é seo an dheireadh an tuar ceatha.
Ach mé fuair aon meirgeach ór
Chun taint an croi
Anseo luíonn an scairdeán de íon pléisúir…
É a roinnt agus grá sé isteach ar síoraí chuimhneacháin
Anseo, ar a dheireadh an tuar ceatha, a bheith ar an milse neachtar,
Ghlaonn tú é “dom an t-ádh charms”, tugaimid sé mé Guinness.
Éirinn go Brách!