Monday, December 21, 2020

Song of 81 Poems - XLVII




Curious, clever problems almost captured:
Father hated skirts, with effect.
   Miss, trust that he'd join you.
She meant better, needs better luck,

She sees love rob all nature's thought.
     I sure marvel. Will I buckle? Almost.
She waits away despair . . .
     Come in, you and I will teach her.

Jokers said, "You are having clues?"
     Dull him, of earth. Laugh, Act, Share,
Try a good society girl.
     Rosy, I feel Mama's song 
Pulsed, soft perfect, and drunk.
     Silent glory comes.

Appear calm with luxurious joy.
This green subject imposes great balance.
     Do try and know me.
My luscious wife asked me to experiment.
     Masterpieces follow intimacy,
     It's why she comes.

The junky relates wasted dreams as ugly shards.
We followed vintage laughter towards new feeling.
Young babe, demand when we make deep sky.
     Will reapers send old silent music?

We must hurry, see in tea a secret sin.
Brother, watch through cat fragments.
     when we're aware together.
Hermione stormed out of here.
Your faithful husband married me, 
      He finds sleepwalking fun.

Man they suffered. Pal, Sister of Beauty,
     This monster theme plays over your childhood.
     We sleep, scream, subject to an itch.
A monstrous age of mildew grows.

Let's procreate.



Song of 81 Poems:

  1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9
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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