YeOldeSonnets

Two Medieval Poets | Cautionary tales beautiful yet haunting, the whisper of the wind, the poetry of evil, the words of those who sinned. | *all original poems*

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Never dig up thy past
Lest thou wish to be hurt
Greasy #daisy on thou grave
Remind thou of thy mistake
Thy family art the talk of the
Hamlet, they miss thou
I had to do it
Gargoyles congregate on thy passing headstone asking for smashing.
Do not test me lest thou want it.
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Alms! Alms! For those with coin to spare, Dost thy coinpurse weigheth thou down, then these measly, hungry scribes offer salvation through Charity ( If though would be so kind to support an original Creator)

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[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

A vicious ordeal
Gulping clapping seals
Arf! Arf! Arf!
How they lap it up
No concern for the rules
That they made up
The exchange of silver
And palms kissed
Cardinals #ring does so twist
He insists
The peasants get a fair trial
Promised to share
And drank the whole vial
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Fairy of the glen
Mourners among the smoke
No hope for thou
Again
Requests etched
On palm
Bottle message
For a friend
Written by shared #pen
Speak true
Hide not from me
Like when were
we infants
Insert meaning
I will try
For thou
Mustn’t leave
Thy leaning
Find thy freedom
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

By gum
Haven’t you grown son?
Growth is relative
I am half the #man I was before the war
What is progressive about slaughter and gore?
Half a mind and
what’s left is broken
the medals are such
a pretty shiny token
Actions much louder than words
only the ones left unspoken
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Bitten once
Twice shy
Born and raised
In the pigs sty
Gluttonous barons
need not try
And why?
For the folk art
Always thy fault pie
Holt thy
Shifting,
Twitching,
Spitting,
Thou art men
Of no #exalt
Assault
My senses
for I am a true lamb
The damned and
No friend
Of thous.
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

The wind whispers,
The noose tightens around the neck and blisters,
Those witches,
Unfaithfully given to holy matrimony,
Once upon a time,
A crime of #conduct,
Onlooking gawker adds,
laughing,
an addendum most sinister,
“Neck breaks and finish her, heheh”.
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Tis a holy affair, tis naught but a scare,Tis important that hound does get sight of the hare. Man who is tired may rest in his chair, but a king in a throne may not roam from there. When Dog catches Rabbit tis awful to bear, this is why it’s required to have heir and have spare.

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Barnyard bustle
Esoteric witches
Age old bar fight
Bruises and stitches
Snitches giggling
Laughing
Lampooning
Unassuming
The wizard finds
so amusing
He cannot handle his potions
So potent
Mind addled
Like rodent
In unforgiving maze
The townsman drown
engulfed in his blaze.

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Deny the obvious,
Imply the impossible,
The #rules have not changed.
Show the silly children those colourful shapes.
Non the wiser in truth.
Fabricate the old familiar
ball of hate and wait.
Sprinkle sugar on the excrement then serve it on a plate.

#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Were his highness a more #mellow a fellow and in control of his bitches, he would know that his voice doth bring folk to stitches, various voicebreaks of all different pitches, hold laughter I must but belly doth wriggle, slain where I stood for naught but a giggle
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Ravaged and ragged, the spoils of war. Those once protected, protected no more. Be wary, for now comes the tide, when nothing remains there is nowhere to hide.
#innocence now seems a thing from the past, twas taken en mass as the war dice was cast
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

This week came and went, unt like a whisper the wind was knocked from me. Cobbles make not for comfy beds, though straw is for the pigs, smelly swill. I shall drink to forget this. You art sober so I shall require a #defence of my honour!
#vss365 #vss

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Hidden pleasures
Art truly the respite for thy soul
I find thyself
Pleasing to the touch
Emasculated
Quaking
#Unctuous
A raging animal
No a beast most fowl
Thoughts art wild
An act so visceral
Unclean
I will repent..
Afterwards
Two moments in heaven
For a lifetime in hell
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

@derickijohnson News of this tragedy has saddened our village, may the Kings relief be plenty. We shall pray for all those lost to this fowl beast.

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

The stones are aligned, the priesthood assigned. A pale moon in the storms of my mind. Yes is the answer, the ritual must proceed! We hath not ventured within ourselves to #quit at the first sight of demons, for dense is this ogres soul
#vss #vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

We cannot ignore the calling of the sanctimonious chanting,
The erroneous laughing and pig faced lambasting.
A killing of the fool;
The peasants cheer!
Thy #esoteric memories art warped into derangement,
And the rules stay the same,
No change,
Same arrangement.
#vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Unhappy drunk does wonder how, his wife so #sweet became a sow, answer hidden from his pain, so let this tale kindly explain , whilst she cooketh at the pot she wants not waste so scoffs the lot

#vss365 #vss

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

Gaze upwards and see no god gazing back, no master of whim or saviour of souls. Cast thy eyes downward not to Hell but to the earth, it swallows and feasts on mankind. To burn one’s body is to deny the earth. To starve her and leave her wanting, as she so often leaves me #vss365

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

The gypsies do dance, their ignorance bliss, Goblin is watching there’s something amiss. It quivers in silence it blends with the mist, hide behind shrines for gods don’t exist. Reptilian mind cares only for food, though finish thy dance. I wish not to be rude.

#vss #poetry

[YeOldeSonnets @YSonnets]

The men of the council will stifle your efforts, gatekeepers of the old wisdom, we art but left to #guess and hope. Though the belly rumbles and legs fail, the sinners mind is a sanctum, holding ill will to all men.
Only the mind can help you
Yet ye hold me in contempt
#vss365