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A Pensieve of Poetry
Monday, 29 February 2016
Requiem
Topic: Comedy

Alas! Poor Percy, his pointing days gone,

Along with the porcelain he knew;

 

Now, it's quick, easy and painless, to

Shake young Stanley at the stainless. 


Posted by Tsc Tempest at 12:46 PM CET
Updated: Monday, 29 February 2016 12:47 PM CET
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Thursday, 18 February 2016
The Stainless god
Topic: Comedy
‘And man shall go before the stainless god, 

a god to whom The Acolytes give scented   
offerings with the passing of each new moon, 

a god before whom the True Believers  
chant out their holy, sacred mantra 

“Ahhhh...”  

with such wonderous euphoria... 'And make   
daily gifts of the waters of their bodies.... 

the stainless god is a good god, a  
generous god, a god whom rewards  

each sincere devotee with blissful peace. 

Posted by Tsc Tempest at 5:16 PM CET
Updated: Thursday, 18 February 2016 5:23 PM CET
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Merry Christmas
Topic: Comedy

(24 December 1988. Wrote this after tossing and turning all night lamenting my breakup with Rita A.)

 

Christmas night comes once a year 

and with its pass, this heartfelt tear

 

Turning against a cold, hard pillow 

and my soul this night bleeds, with sorrow;

 

'And should You sleep alone this night

clutching the blankets close and tight

 

May you toss, with unending restlessness

for naught can dull your searing bitterness

 

that drove a shattering wedge between us.

May you dream, Me...

 

                                Merry Bloody Christmas. 


Posted by Tsc Tempest at 3:10 PM CET
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Elegy for a Road Safety Officer
Topic: Comedy

(1988, parody of a Road Safety Joke.)

 

It was a crystal crisp, full-moon light brigh

evening, at a time when no shadows

were cast upon the land.

 

A man was walking

A man of import

A man was talking

A man of warning

 

Enlightening all

people to a point

of safety at night!

 

(He was a member of the Road Saefty Council)

 

He wore a white suit, white shoes, and white hat

at night, an is no longer with us now!

 

It was on a crystal crisp, full-moon light bright

evening when this man was run down

by a... snow plow. 


Posted by Tsc Tempest at 2:59 PM CET
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*Kubla Khan ��‚��€œ a fragment of a fragment
Topic: Comedy

* apologies to S.T.Colleridge

(1987. becuase prior to this I didn't like the original, so I thought to parody it.) 

 

In Reservoir did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure dome deliver

Where Darabin, the muddy creak ran

By tunnels made by man

     down to the Yarra River.

 

So twice five 'yards1 of fractured ground

With sheds and fences somewhere around:

And there were gardns limp and rum,

Where blossomed a few disesiduous trees;

Antd there were weeks and a baby plum,

Shading plots of beans and peas.

 

But oh! that shallow romancesless gully which slanted

Down the scrochéd hill across a blackened cover!

A savage place! as unholy and bewitched

As eer beneath a waxing moon was haunted

By a girl whispering for her truent-lover!

 

 

1. 'yards = backyards, land behind a house encircled by a fence indicating it belongs to the house. 


Posted by Tsc Tempest at 2:03 PM CET
Updated: Thursday, 18 February 2016 2:58 PM CET
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