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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471449" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pleas of a Claymore I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my sedentary ineptitude, <br>I shall acquaint you with<br>The uncouth wails of a claymore<br>With the hissing sounds in the air<br>Of its unabashed bashings<br>Slicing through the verdigris of reticence<br>Swallowed, like serrated daggers<br>And the throat that bled the anarchy <br>That had always coiled in the underground <br>Grottos of a stagnant river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall ring the sleeping bells, <br>With the shrills and clatters<br>Spewing the turbulent climates<br>Of a claymore in a warfare<br>That he vied for, like his own<br>And of a greater mayhem<br>When is he is not desirable<br>Pleasant and wanted, <br>And remained sheathed<br>Effacing incorrigible thousand winks <br>In the mausoleum of his scabbard<br>That pierced through the veneer<br>Of impassable platinum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you ever seen a saber? <br>Obstinately lacerating its throat<br>In emitting the anguish<br>Into the moon as he raised<br>Its head to wedge the enemy; <br>A phantasmagoria of an adversary<br>In an amorphous shape<br>For he is an abused vessel<br>Of a blind tormented soul<br>In the emollient hands<br>That he had vied for <br>Like his very own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, the claymore<br>Is more of a scabbard<br>Than a sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the vigor is acquiesced<br>Cleaving into a carnage<br>With a remonstrative odium <br>He would bow his estoque<br>Into the sanguinary of the soil<br>Reeking with sepulchral remorse<br>Only to pray for the clenched fist<br>That had mended him<br>And forget about his own<br>Fluttering pains<br>And peccadilloes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, the claymore<br>Is more of a rosary<br>Than a sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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I shall acquaint you with
The uncouth wails of a claymore
With the hissing sounds in the air
Of its unabashed bashings
Slicing through the verdigris of reticence
Swallowed, like serrated daggers
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