Sunday, December 27, 2020

Song of 81 Poems - LXI




What marvelous creature composes,
     or imagines heart sounds in romance.

Play your companion's heart in time.
Fear fashions sees or knows,
     that memory gives, 
     never shimmers, or rages.

Draw your companion's will,
    believe me Brother, I was caught. 

Man, I parlay all's in pain.
Improve the black-headed silhouette.
As sculpture drives a chisel, so I sculpt,
     Are you feeling better?

She ranked her hot uses.
    I heard them being eerie.
The doctor has a studio where
   a blind man fingered in the dark
   an ugly score.

Dust processes languish, 
    since the glorious angel sang,
    "Bad song over, I'm all gone."
We never numbed her language!
The reason is why life appears, 
    young babe,
    demands we make deep sky.

Respect painted art.
Hindustan, my arty tea, menstruates, 
Lies and wishes for more glitter,
   more balance frees,
   to make the brain fight.

In all ways she spun a live faithful son.



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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