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The Emancipated Poets of a Wild Continent

My vision of romanticism now lies
in their mercilessly longing eyes

It’s been just very recent
that I came across these two Romantics
one admiring death on the beach
and making love with a wild imagery
The other into more aggressively sexual
erotic poetry and equally anonymous too

I am a combination of these two
Perhaps a twin of each
in past generations of unknown births,
but a fact that I am equally
if not more romantic aesthetically being
perhaps certainly a bit elder to both

They are about to touch the bar at 70
I am nearly pole vaulting at eighty.
One thing which is astoundingly common is
that we three bask
in the sun concealed under covers
yet in the open vile imagination
to serve our own individualistic
intrinsic poetry intensely romantic
love, life and death

We three have taken to this ravishing art
one promotes an age old one
lost to the antiquities of desolate oasis
wow lovely world exotic beaches

the other speaks of wildness
with dolls called women in the wilderness
including now modern gays and lesbians
enjoying more lovelier orgasm in erotic freedom

I speak out of experience
of the emaciated human mind
each one is a philosopher of romanticism and love
of one’s own curiously individualistic kind

That’s why Pablo Neruda earned a Nobel for Romanticism
but who will to our kind of discourse today render cynicism
we are three poets of a class so different
uninhibited to render our views astutely indifferent

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
Three Lover Poets GUESS WHO!
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and a joyous celebration of those romantic Musketeers.
This poem will be cherished. Where poets meet in the triggered town of imagination.

Lest we forget TS Eliot, who "grows old and wears his trousers rolled". In the end it's:

Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih

my blessings.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

third is me
you know ( confessional...)

author comment

A stunning write, as the words puzzle together I go steep into myself like a curve ball
I want to live feeling this way.

can you name the other two poets who inspired this poem/poetry

author comment

Your getting me excited ;)

so b

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Well ill give you a yes and no on that
Yes because my girl friend and my wife would force me to be incredibly sneaky to get away with anything, then we have the absence of proximity. and NO because it would be fun :)

Anonymity, a mouthpiece for safety and castrated dreams

your gf/ife ...and or

have fun
that's what neo's for says
bro stan

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Thriving on the engagement

Lovers still exist on neo
thanks zeeeebraaaaaaaa
for continuation
the other poem come tonight you may read
if you please
no compulsion though

Comments help my mind's ears
and newer hairs seed
as they grow

author comment

I will read and comment But I don't like to over analyze You write beautifully and I do not criticize the scent of a Stargazer Lily, but share I will ;)

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