P&C Poetry
Cards (56)
- that's my last duchess painted on the wall
- notice neptune taming a seahorse though in all rarity
- i gave commands then all smiles stopped all together
- king of kings/ look on my works ye mighty and despair
- boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away
- sneer of cold command
- a shattered visage lies
- in every cry of every man, in every infant's cry of fear, in every voice, in every ban
- in every voice, in every ban, the mind-forged manacles i hear
- marks of weakness, marks of woe
- every blackening church appalls
- runs in blood down palace walls
- a little boat tied to a willow tree
- a huge peak, black and huge
- the horizon's ultmost boundary; far above was nothing but the stars and the grey sky
- there hung a darkness, call it solitude or blank desertion
- cannon to the right of them, cannon to the left of them, cannon in front of them
- honour the light brigade, the noble six hundred
- into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell
- our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us
- sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence
- all their eyes are ice
- but nothing happens
- sink walls in rock and roof them with good slate
- spits like a tame cat turned savage
- space is a salvo/ we are bombarded by the empty air
- strange it is a huge nothing that we fear
- suddenly he awoke and was running raw
- king, honour, human dignity, etcetera- dropped like luxuries
- probably armed possibly not
- his blood-shadow stays on the street
- and the drink and the drugs won't flush him out
- not left for dead in some distant, sun-sunned, sand-smothered land / or six-feet-under in desert sand
- his bloody life in my bloody hands
- in his darkroom he is finally alone
- spools of suffering set out in ordered rows
- running children in nightmare heat
- a half-formed ghost
- a hundred agonies in black and white
- what was paid by credit card might fly our lives like paper kites