Sunday, January 17, 2021

Song of 81 Poems - LXXII




Men never thought marvelous beasts.
      feared your sibling's time ending.
Threads break about me.
I imagine absurd and visual music.
     Hiding him home.

Woefully, masterpieces include praise.
When childhood pressure is up and away.
You'll see her wild boar,
     at peace, so young, painted dirty until now.

Many drew dead threads. 
     stopped, saw guilt, only whose was it?
Sad Mother, troubled, wrote to herself.
   Language was never meant to abuse.

The dance got better, the sculptor drove,
   chiseled, sculpted, in solvent language.

Marry me or die. Decide.
I'll make key observations. I have assets.
Day one, imagine, true, but in full color.
    Curious passions become art.

Make liars puny.  Lose the bet.
Storm out crazy, a little sexual.
     Tho, a friend might crush thee.

Heal, they have control over us,
     make our thoughts like a daze.

Choose, to see on Crete, your childhood.
Shared, appearing as sweet electric water.
    Stand that, and create. 
    
    Giselle we're free.



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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