Friday, January 15, 2021

Song of 81 Poems - LXIII




Tell us, did delight heal deep death?
   Show why we wrote, drew, used programs.
   My greatest curse was to hedge my bets.

Begging is passion under denial.
Follow'd every laugh,
   Solutions written on empty shards.

Daughter's progressive mind crushes life.
   Come take caution,
   Will a father's love make jealousy.

Joy furloughed laughs thrown on positive water
   Smoking no grass. 
   Stop to see guilt, only whose is it?
When will we make deep sky?

So you're in an experiment.
   Bright energy's an awful hidden 
   daunting, reserve.
Know patience. See heaven as silent.

Our many companions saw you on Crete,
   scratching empty vases.
Nudes bought the tinker a hollow piece.
   She wasted away, in despair, screaming.
Partner, later you just might score.

Obsession makes metals quicken.
Draw romances so only you will model.
You are part childhood, sleep,
   fuel your Mama’s song,
   and pull soft perfect drugs.
She sings with spirit, and captures one.

A sponge-faced madman composes questions
    It's me, the verbose model.
Have class, sober Miss Twitter,
   My goodness, you took him to bed.
Beauty forms a thought silhouette,
   When liars are at process.

Capture me Babe.
Take pain, killers of life, 
Brothers compose harmony 
   by deep dance.

It’s why she comes.


Song of 81 Poems:

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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
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