With Doubt the Size of Mustard Seed · 3:39am Feb 8th, 2013
(warning: not related to pony)
A life yet lived but fast en route
One thought throughout my workload haste
Remains that hunger primal burn
But stayed for love, wait still in chaste
With daily chore without protest
I dream of love on dreamless nights
Held true my will must truly so
Grant satiating human right
Speak of the devil and he'll come
If hunger burns then have your fill
A pass of eyes will mesmerise
Desires fill shall yield her will
A seed will grow a lecher's mind
Was love your want, well lust your gain
If seed should sew for freedom now
Then hunger purged must burn by flame
A day again gives meagre means
Enough, give thanks, to fill our need
But craving still does rear its head
Ignored in grant our gift to feed
With pain recalls my household's lot
Indignant work made fervent yet
But loyalties mine must deserve
A feast of goods beyond my net
Speak of the devil and he'll come
If crave you will then have your feast
My bounty full is yours to take
Let ease your mind and labour cease
But toil made for others fed
Gluttony quick makes self consumed
To just as quick feed in your stead
Give gain in whole, a fast your boon
My wage in hand, a lucky sum
But only then a portion's kept
Lingering thoughts of great rewards
Forgotten for the ones with less
The suffering stay close in mind
Their loss much faster than my gain
A well deserved gift for myself
Would leave them only with the same
Speak of the devil and he'll come
If what you wish is great rewards
Each day your wealth increase two fold
Charity kept will double more
In avarice false wealth does grow
Unspent even on needs your own
To gain again what knows true wealth
Leave all for rags the world to roam
In forward pull to workday's bell
Endless it seems the daily chore
Imagine just a moment's break
But duty done is needed more
Day in day out spare no surcease
Though those of gain spare not a thought
Much would deserve some baited rest
Undone, one job would rob them naught
Speak of the devil and he'll come
If rest you wish then rest you'll get
Duty and all things forgotten
Let even hunger go unchecked
So strong now your acedia
Could not you even bare to ask
Pray you a second chance at life
Rest not in Sisyphean task
Dealt honestly a day once more
Impassioned work receive reward
Quiet disdain for those who cheat
Stays so, hidden behind closed doors
In facing life a smile remains
While those in wrong still have their way
I know my path is true to form
Should they all not deserve to pay
Speak of the devil and he'll come
Revenge it seems is what you seek
Then hate allow its focus fall
Each one you wish grow ill and weak
Your honest way, now crooked and bent
wrath quick becomes malicious will
To go again unto your path
Must feel your victims every ill
Grows longer still the winding path
No passion lost in fast pursuit
Though passerby takes time to stroll
My mile's run, a passer's foot
Continuous my forward push
Reward beyond my finger's tip
Success to them with ease would grant
My dream deserved might live more fit
Speak of the devil and he'll come
So others' gain you wish your own
Then that which could but not is yours
Shall chance such dream your gain alone
Always another's dream you seek
You're left at end each one untouched
To live content a dream your own
Sewn shut both eyes must blind your crutch
In earnest try spends morning long
My efforts best yield good enough
With each unknowing passing face
A proud look for who care none such
Rewarded those, lack beauty's worth
Effortlessness appreciate
My work however great its yield
Deserve that adoration's gaze
Speak of the devil and he'll come
Wish you for talent's recognise
Then vanities mirror shall give
A prideful look in beauty's eyes
But ever growing beauty want
Now cages but your stare alone
To carry yet a worthy stride
Upon your back move pillars stone
I love you poetry, man.
806859yeah, i really think im starting to get the hang of this poetry thing
o, after all these years, i never thought this would happen.
im finally a poet
i actually wrote another one during todays guild meeting
its a short one
but it deals with pony
806915 Oooh...
806950 yeah it kinda came outta nowhere.
i didnt really like the idea of only writing poems in abcb rhyme sceme, so i wanted to write a short poem with a shifting ab rhyme scheme.
i thought about doing on the elements of harmony and all of asudden i was writing it, and i was like holy celestia, am i actually poeming?
and thats when i found out i was a poet.
would you like me to share it as well?
806982 Djess.