Monday, December 21, 2020

Song of 81 Poems - XLII




When in such a worry, you and I.
Gut character destroys what won't give night.
   Grand Sir, first know,
I let her draw up her companion's will.
    There howls a beautiful language.

The Mare above him was caught,
     We all danced.
Summer to investigate a thought.
Life flew after us,
   set in a black limpid experiment.

See two partners, somehow forget
   if silhouettes capture a mad thought.
They improve though blue, 
   pleased, may you comfort us.
It's an awful hidden and daunting misery.

Life knew Patience in heaven, as Silence.
   Freed my esteemed fellow.
Sleep, my mate is innocent,
   how will you get to decide
   upon her, silence?
I'm for tantric teaching.
Bed her to discover animal music,
   Lust to test our will.

Call me to model my hard question, through Music.
We spoke of her money jungle.
   Yes she's crazy, has patience, . . . so choose.

This impulse is soft, and looking spotted.
   so does that studio experiment in passion,
Brother, all around you sculpt an Angel.
Filled with a glorious missive,
  Her anger would have faith.

Share, this joy will glitter.
   Our water is the bed, through my ear she goes . . .
   Could we know blue?

Elves balance, cuddle with color.
I try to empower. Kids fly to me,
I weld men.

Follow behind, me, she and Zeus,
   chant face to body.

Shimmer about rain, 
   about the grand river.



Song of 81 Poems:

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10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 
38 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61
 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

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