French Révolution: Poetry

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(Henry Singleton) Storming of the Bastille

Carpe diem!  Today, we strike!

Cheers fill the streets so violently

as a smile fills my bloodstained face.

Revolution!

Waving the flag around

rush through the air as we

storm the tower

and reclaim what is ours.

Peace! Finality! Bread!

Storm the tower,

no wound too strong,

keep fighting!

Fight!

Fight for your freedom,

friends!

Dying around me,

bodies fill the streets and blood rushes through the

gutters.

Imagine!

Freed from poverty and famine!

Storm the Bastille,

and start to rid us of that bane that is

the royalty!

Abolish

those three estates!

And let the blood that flows in the gutter

be no longer of the sans-culottes,

but of those who have wronged and

controlled us for too long!

Liberté!

Égalité!

Fraternité!

Révolution!

 


 

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NaBloPoMo: Day 21

I’ve posted more this month so far than any other.  :P

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Hello.  I don’t know why you’re here at my blog, but it’s truly lovely and I hope you enjoy it.  ^-^

Here are some haiku’s that I wrote:

 

Middle of the night,

Ha!  You see, I am this cat.

Running through the house.

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Some flowers do bloom

On trees and stems alike.  Yes,

Hoping rain will come.

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Try to sleep.  Ha, ha!

Creeping up behind you, here.

Now staring at you.

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Look me in the eye,

This one glance will be your last

Slither, Basilisk.

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Allons-y!  “Let’s go!”

A big blue box.  Really, sir?

I am the Doctor.

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*Yay!* *Fandom!*  lol :)

Stay strong,

;)~Mouse

One Day Away

Song I’ve been writing for about a week and a half…  Just words, so far.  Spaces for instrumental, but no music yet.

:)  Have fun reading! Oh, and feel free to suggest music or words, if you like.

Lyrics are sort of in a sing-song rap, with the exception of the chorus, which is only sung.

Chorus in bold.

Regular lyrics italicized.

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WOAH…/

About 15 seconds of instrumental

Maybe it’s best/

What have I expressed?/

A distress/

No finesse/

Just a song…/

Come ON.  What’cha waitin’ on?/

Respond!!/

Can’t believe I’m waiting like this/

Can’t believe that I gave a kiss/

Living with myself/

In and of itself/

Left me waiting for my own self-help/

HELP!/

Feelin’ crazy (all the time)/

Bein’ lazy (got no rhyme)/

A bit of guitar playing in the background… Maybe 6 seconds?

In and out of sanity/

All I think is profanity/

What I’m feeling might be wrong/

Can’t stop it/ Yeah, Been like this all ‘long/

Don’t need no R&R/

I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T by far/

But don’t forget the way this lays/

Always  One. Day. Away./

Wonder who we are/

In this mixed up world\

Wonder where we are/

In this cold lifeless road\

In and out of sanity/

All I think is profanity/

What I’m feeling might be wrong/

Can’t stop it/ I’ve Been like this all ‘long/

Don’t need no R&R/

I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T by far/

But I won’t forget the way this lays/

Always  One. Day. Away./

I wish I wish upon that star/

For you to talk to me about this/

Haven’t seen you since forever./

Sometimes feeling listless./

In this whimsical endeavor./

If I saw ya more/

(meet me by those nooks!)/

If you came to see me like you swore/

(the nooks with the books!)/

I could tell you more/

Like how I know you’re an easy one to fall for /

But it doesn’t even matter/

I’ll give you my heart, right up; on a silver platter/

Yeah, a bit gory/

Like my friend Tori?/

Ok, no silver platter.  How about a silver lining?/

No whining/

Anyway/

I hope I’m not too forward for your tastes/

Sorry if that’s so,/

But I’m never changing who I am (my soul)/

You’ve gotta stick to yourself if you wanna be great/

Never change… for anyone… but… YOU./

2 Minutes  16 Seconds  Long.

A bit shorter that usual, but there’s no instruments yet!  So… Yeah.

What did you think? :)

Suggestions?

~ Mousepaw

Today

Tomorrow

Days pass

Weeks go by

Waiting

Listening

Routine

Glassy eyes

Staring down

Quiet,  I hear something

No.

Only a dream

Dream

Dream

Nightmare

My mind explodes

I see you

Reaching down

Chills go up my arm

A blackest night

Crow’s wings

Sullen grass

Come back!

You dissapear

Into the darkness

Life?

Something more?

Something less?

Mort, Morte, Death

Differences?

I see none

They are back.

You never know

When

They will come

Always lurking

Watching from behind a staircase

Through a wall

Hidden eyes

Forever sealed

Torn to shreds

Shreds?

Indeed.

They are here

Here, now?

Yes

What?

You said –

I said nothing!

You came at your own risk!

No

No

No

I… can’t see

Why

They morph

Forever darkening

Hearts cold and dead!

Corner

Corner of your eye

Now, Corner of both eyes

They are close

CLOSE

…how close..

No

Glass shattering

A wind nearby

Creaking door

Rotten wood giving way

Dead

No.

Yes

No

But…

I know.

How?

…..

….

…..

.

Darkness.

A blood curdling screech

A death

Alone?

Not.. Quite.

Yelling

No

Screaming

No one there

Eternity

Silent Screams

Silent Tears

Never quieted

Never heard

Nameless bones

Plague

Sword

Death.

 

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I see all this.. I cannot speak of what I have witnessed. Those would think myself mad! Those who believe would soon go mad themselves.  I wrap myself tighter in the cocoon of blankets gathered from the empty houses.  I used to be so hungry.  Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to so go now.  Everyone else is gone.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fin~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Inspired by Cormac McCarthy’s The Road and  Episode 9 of Vikings (shown on the History Channel).

 

Thank you.  Any thoughts on what I wrote?  Please post them in the comments below.

 

~ Mousepaw

Diamante Poem

I wrote this poem in Diamante style. A Diamante poem is in the shape of a diamond, hence the title.
:)

Stories

Alike, Diverse

Amazes, Wishes, Breaks

A wide or narrow window, to many real imaginations.

Imagines, Wishes, Wanders

Famous, Imperfect

Life

Thanks for looking ~ Mousepaw

Warriors FanPoem!

FanPoem…  It may sound silly, but that’s what it is.  Warriors is a book series by Erin Hunter. She has her own website, too. ( http://www.warriorcats.com ) The word “kit” means kitten, so here it is.

 

Fantasies of a Thunderclan kit

 

All my brothers and sisters,

we are but newborn kits,

born in a bramble thicket.

 

On a hill of soft, green, grass,

lies the apprentices’ den.

When we are of age, of course,

 

six moons old, yes, yes, right then.

We will be training.

Our mentors will train us well.

 

We will make good warriors,

after we are trained.

We will catch prey, every day.

 

<3

Warriors is the most awesomest book series ever.

<3

Love,  Mousepaw

 

P.S. If you read warriors you will understand my name.