slug: "misrule/2022/poems"
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title: "Three poems "
descriptions: "B. — child meets Cernunnos / Anonymous — sinxelo, lost / Fidomanin — Untitled"
pageCreated: "2022-12-20"
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h1 Þ<span class="r-rotunda">ꝛ</span>ee poems
span.credit In no particular order
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h2#cernunnos
a(href="#cernunnos") child meets Cernunnos
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span.credit B.
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p i met Him in the woods and He told me to hold my chin up His
p skin black as ash shining
p hunt-drunk
p blood in the snow, He gave me a bow fitted for me and said to shoot
p i said what for, to shoot what, i don’t want to hurt a creature
p and He said the cycle of life requires death, if you reap then you will sow, to kill a cræture is
p to give it back.
p i said alright but i was scared and He said what if the other hunters come not my Hunters the other ones
p man-shaped and hunting crætures like you
p and i shot
p the arrow fell through the shadow, spilling, and i said to protect i would do anything
p and He said now you understand what this is for. and He said daughter, your destructive anger
p can construct mountains and miracles. don’t listen to those as say death and life and rot and growth are anything different from each other. look at the berries grow through the snow. it kills the snow, the snow feeds them, they are not beautiful in this way without the snow.
p i said, i understand i am an arrow and a Hunter and i am not yours i am my own and i protect
p and like this is how my i became an I
p two months later i called for Him
p with my head in a bush
p because the other ones had taken away my I again
p and he said take it back and this time He gave me a knife
p and I stole nothing
p but I held the knife and sat with Him and remembered that i am I.
p Listen to Hanif Aburraqib who says
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i “I don’t know if I believe in rage as something always acting in opposition to tenderness. I believe, more often, in the two as braided together. Two elements of trying to survive in a world once you have an understanding of that world’s capacity for violence.”
p and go lightly but know yourself
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h2#sinxelo
a(href="#sinxelo")
span(lang="gl") ſinxelo
| , loſt
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span.credit Sent in by an anonymous reader from Santiago
.poem
p(lang="gl") know true, feel feind
p(lang="gl")
| creer, pensar
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| concocer,
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| enamorar;
p(lang="gl") se
p(lang="gl")
| estou na miña lengua perdide
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| non coa morriña, ni pobo.
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| pobre.
p
span(lang="gl") lellos
| turn, so they wanted
p
span(lang="gl") perdéronmenós
br
| beg, simple:
br
| ¿
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h2#untitled
a(href="#untitled") Untitled
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a(href="//fi-do-manin.neocities.org") Fidomanin
.poem
p
| I’m a poet of the future
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| poet by mission
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| With pen in hand
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| I let any dick hard
p
| Strong Viagra is my verse
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| Fills souls with lust
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| blowjob by passion
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| To all subverse morals
p
| I open the gates of hell
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| Like a lady’s legs
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| For I am invited to both
p
| May this verse last forever:
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| I feel sorry for those who love
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| destined for sadness.
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