Morning Coffee

Reading the menu at the morning service:

– Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum;

Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, nervous,

Glances around; Will she or won’t she come?

The congregation dissected into pews

Gulping their strip teas in the luminous cavern

Agape’s sacamental berry stews;

The nickel-plated light and clatter of heaven

Receive him, temporary Tantalus

Into the Lookingglassland’s firescape.

Suckled on Jungfraumilch his eyes discuss,

The werwolf twins, their mock Sabellian rape.

This is their time to reap the standing scorn,

Blonde Rumina’s crop. Beneath her leafless tree

Ripe-rumped she lolls and clasps the plenteous horn.

Cool customers who defy his Trinity

Feel none the less, and thrill, ur-vater Fear

Caged in the son. For, though this ghost behave

Experienced daughters recognize King Leer:

Lot also had his daughters in a cave.

Full sail the proud three-decker sandwiches

With the eye-fumbled priestesses repass;

On their swan lake the enchanted icecreams freeze,

The amorous fountain prickles in the glass

And at the introit of this mass emotion

She comes, she comes, a balanced pillar of blood,

Guides through the desert, divides the sterile ocean,

Brings sceptic Didymus his berserk food,

Sits deftly, folding elegant thighs, and takes

Her time. She skins her little leather hands,

Conscious that wavering towards her like tame snakes

The polyp eyes converge…. The prophet stands

Dreading the answer from her burning bush:

This unconsuming flame, the outlaw’s blow,

Plague, exodus, Sinai, ruptured stones that gush,

God’s telegram: Dare Now! Let this people go!

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A few random poems:

External links

Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus

Talking Writing Monster’s Page –

Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh

Poems in English 

• Why England Is Conservative poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Who Would Not Die For England! poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “When the reaper lays the sickle by ” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• When Runnels Began To Leap And Sing poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• ” When in the long–drawn avenues of Thought” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “`Were I a Poet, I would dwell” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Since We Must Die poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Wardens Of The Wave poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To The Autumn Wind poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Robert Louis Stevenson poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Ireland poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To England poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Ellen Terry poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Arms! poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Arms! (II) poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Alfred Tennyson poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “‘Tis because, though in dusky bower” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Time’s Weariness poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin

More external links (open in a new tab):

Russian Commerce Agency

Dealing Monster

Doska or the Board – write anything

Search engines:

Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)

Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.

Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees

Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.

Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.

 

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