The voice, the bird and I
I pilled my sins to a great big mount, upon the top I lost the count
Atop the mount a voice did say, now pile it higher and live each day
A glass of wine, a thrust of lust, a smoke then followed, his words I trust
He bid me higher the voice did call, look not now downward or you may fall
Higher and higher the voice did say, I pilled and pilled along the way
Rivers of wine did I consume, a million thrusts or I presume, vast fields of weed i must assume
The voice then danced and sang aloud, Tis not to far to reach the cloud
Care now not mate and follow me, like Jack did scale the big bean tree
Behold my man our beautiful mount, we live but once so make it count
Cast now then care and mind aside, and make your lust your virgin bride
Drained and drunk with all the work, I paused to think the voice a jerk
Suddenly a bird did come to rest, upon my arm then on my chest
The bird did chirp and i did hear, the bird could talk i thought it queer
Listen not to that voice the bird did say, he'll leave you lost along the way, the voice in you has gone astray
He bids you fill your heart and fill, but he does surely bid you ill
Now hearken to my whispered word, your heart can speak as if a bird
So cast aside his voice that clown, and come with me I'll lead you down
The bird did lead and I did follow, the voice did scream in pain and sorrow
Beneath the mount the bird did fly, and winked at me across the sky
The voice now spoke and he did say, let's pile on higher the very next day
About this poem
All people hear a voice, dare I say many within their self. In this poem I try to describe a conversation which many people may relate to.
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Written on February 05, 2022
Submitted by husseinrahim on February 05, 2022
Modified on April 12, 2023
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Characters | 1,469 |
Words | 312 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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