Friday, December 25, 2020

Song of 81 Poems - LIX




Through pithy streets,
    I age as you dance with us all.
Does it seem a man will say,
   a picture walks on water.

You'll need when childhood pressures 
    are up and away
Just order and tell us, try group pressure.
    Many will draw a dead thread.

I'm about his studio,
    Sad Mother, joyously we wasted our night.
Hindustan, I ought to be . . .
    You menstruate lie and wish.

She's all he lectures about. 
    I see emotional electricity.
Mechanical appearances, known in all ways,

She spins a beautiful, faithful, breath instrument.

As an old ex-Peer, I have assets.
So I thank you Father.
Don't give in Brother, 
Anger won't stay.
The drunks think he follows vintage laughter.
    Don't jealous boy,
    Absurd sex guards us.

If you destroy women despair to your observations.
Diversify, grant her fashions
    to make a bold opinion.
Stranger, you are the smoke!

Mom, how will the girl kiss?
Take praise, she teases, fasts, starts to hurt,
    Only after sin, some touching.

Society presses for the full opportunity,
Communication key to give more warmth.
    The daughter thought, 'Move!'
    But I never needed her sweet reason.

She only made me kiss.



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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