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<{Grasping^Grendals}> (Haiku) by Bachus {A Haiku series}
Here is your arm back.
Pathetic Danish peasant.
Now bleed in my mouth.
Mother naps alot.
Some feel that she has earned it.
Yet I cannot dream!?
Send your best hero!
With a box of toothpicks. NOW!
'fore it is to late!
I kill for Mother!
Until the day she loves me.
As much as her sleep.
Up the ladder:
The Dovina Limericks
Down the ladder:
Summer
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Posted: August 27, 2002 1:42 PM PDT; Last modified: January 15, 2003 9:15 PM PSTWeighted score: 6.9494896 Overall Rank: 166 Comments:
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27-Aug-02/1:50 PM
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she will never love you as much as her sleep! nor even as much as thr fragrant and detatched armpits of sodding peasants! other than that, i'm okay, you're okay. nice piece.
Have you read "Grendal" by John Gardner?
yeah, i read that before beowulf, and it realy changed my life.
I always suggest to friends now, that they should also read those two books in that order. I cannot say enough about that book actually..it's why i couldn't go to graduation. Library overdue fees.
What a menacing last line. Gardner was pure talent. I miss him. It is also one of the few books you will read where a first person narrator dies. James Dickey's "To the White Sea", being another I remember off the top of my head. It is such an odd technique thing to utilize in a book.
This is +4 rockin'. Best Grendel poems ever.
ACE TO THE MAX
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