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Click hereQuartet with Diminished Fifths
“mon cœur est un luth suspendu: sitôt qu’on le touche, il résonne.”
pierre-jean de béranger
I am a lute suspended.
Viola, say, tightly strung.
To your tones, I resonate.
Oh how we do celebrate
the marriage of our two souls
in issue from your f-holes?
Then it was all unmade
when damned Viola played
a bridge of twisted souls
in the Hôtel de la Mole.
I am a lute now upended.
Viola lies done; unstrung.
Note: Merry Christmas, or Happy Katyusha or whatever you celebrate at solstice time, Anon, the comments are on, the voting is on, so I gave you a twofer, because I'm sure there are more than one. Generous me. Ho,ho,ho,ha,ha. Ha.
“mon cœur est un luth suspendu: sitôt qu’on le touche, il résonne.”
pierre-jean de béranger
I am a lute suspended.
Viola humdrummingly sung
The Carriage of Cleavéd Souls,
so F your F'in f-holes.
Oh the sundering overtones,
the trilling devil's tri-tones.
Oh, what the hell!
Go play with
your trombone.
Cornpone.
Note: Eerily similar. As are most. And the rhyming coups, I would hate myself, if there wasn't such a long line in front of me. I don't want too make this too obvious, but...
Son cœur est un luth suspendu;
Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.
(sic)
I am a lute suspended.
Viola! Lies.
Roll the drum.
Note: It really was a hoot when you put on black face and threatened to kick my ass. Had me in stitches.
Happy New Year Anon(s), I mean that from the bottom of my somethin.
by Anonymous09/07/13
seeking admiration
It feels like that's what your writing is about...
and then the thought trails off with a flap of sheet
Note: No, its just a hobby. And this is just a card to you, poetry adjuster.
and standing on my head to see the lute right way up
the bad boy of poetry double-bubbles his happy holidays cards. seriously clever, wickedly funny and pointy. i should start calling you Holly!
Damn 12, *laughs* thanks. haven't cone to the translator but I sure there's other stuff buried in there as well