| Lord Pineapple's Page of Poetry |
| TOMORROW. I am the horizon around you, The day, the dawn You journey towards. I am the dream you can never catch As you float past My arms of open air. |
| Three Headed Clover has given this page in the website for poetry written by Lord Pineapple. Lord Pineapple has so generously given of his time and talent to try to keep up with the Sarah's, even though they are corrupted, he tried. |
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| The Overseer Her eyes followed us everywhere. Between the sheets, Between the sun and the moon, Between the clouds And the trees, Her eyes were on us, waiting. We moved slowly, Taking our bundles of rags with us, Taking our children and our pets, Taking our very last hopes, As we moved from bed-post to bed-post From city to city. Her eyes never left us, to some It was a comfort, to others, An intrusion. It would not have been so bad If her hands moved as well, To steady the old people, Push the barrows of crying infants. Soon we forgot about her eyes, We forgot that she was there, Watching our every move Cursing our very movement, As we travelled nearer and nearer Her broken body And her twisted mind. ----- The Land of the Dying. I saw the wrinkles On her tired face. "None of us are getting any younger" I smiled for something to say. She nodded, and she took my hand, And we slowly walked Into the land of the dying. "There is nothing more beautiful than music" She said, although none was playing; But perhaps she meant a different kind of song, A song from life itself. And at the place where the bones look up to the sun, We parted with a kiss. And we each lay down in our own little grave And waited for the end. |
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| "I am a threeheaded Sarah's lunch survivor. Escaped by the beak, I did." Help us find the Sarahs and make the world safe for your pets and animals. |
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| Can you find the Sarah's hiding in this English garden? They are waiting for lunch to appear. If you can see them, enter the location by signing my guestbook. |
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| Have you ever wanted to see a threeheadedclover? Go to the next page. |
| Every day at half-past twelve He carried a stone up a hill; Until he had made himself a small cairn Then a hut, Then a mausoleum. As he lay dying, we asked him why, "Why just one stone a day?" "It is all that God had given me" he answered, A smile on his grey face. When he died, we each threw A stone into his grave. We each threw just one stone, (For one stone was all that God had given to each of us) As we buried the man At half-past twelve Every single day. |
| Rhondo |
| Lorein. When my skin becomes Tired leaves in the gutter of life; I shall return to you, Sing my old age With the lips of your rocks. And I shall give My dying eyes To the messages from your waves. But meanwhile, Lorein: Your hopes will be with others, And only a shadow of time Shall recall This promise of mine To your many gods And to your hidden secrets And to all of your beauty; Until I return To your enchanted land Even as I crumble Into your sweet dust. |
| If I live no longer than a dream Then let it be Less than half a morning Or forever. Let me be The days in your eyes And the hours than dance Upon your soul. Let me be The minutes of your heart, The seconds of your mind. If I die tomorrow, Or next year Or never... It will not matter to me As long as I am part of you For half of a morning Forever. |
| The Cool Days |
| Haiku The king sat on his silver throne And he saideth to me: "Pass the paper, slave!" |
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| haiku The Queens' sat on their throne, And they said to me, "Pass the paper Terry!" |