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Red river is overflowing her coasts
Red river infuses into eternity
So I become the red lake then the red ocean
Planets come to call my name and even then
I'm not able to understand anything
Of what I think they are saying
They simply can't be quiet as they seem
Let's say, that shadow,anyway, isn't more
Important from the body
I know my fingers well
I'm going to write a book in which
I'm going to put an autumn
Entering the night market
i could smell the thick stench of despair,
far worse than vomit and urine
Young girls and women here,
foreign and locals flocked together,
their painted faces hiding tears
Each bound by invisible shackles,
no longer owning their bodies..
Freedom to them is only a dream
But tonight, my presence here
will cleanse this stain from the city
and release them from slavery
A fat man stared at me, frowning.
He barked at me to scare me
but I only reply with a grin
Tyre tire Taiye
tied twin swim glimpse
shrimp accord cord beyond discord
cut cloth pair
Sidon of litho-
sphere Tyre
telegram span sprawl
guilloches flower head
necklaces trailing plaited trusses
perfume burner antique
branches of this type
possibly pair to the offered lot
Sheppard amongst ruined castle
coloured glazed frames, variegated sand
crocheted spires arched tops blaze
mount leaf-cast lack parquetry satinwood
marquetry satin wood
drapery treads garlands of husk
Smacking was a subject close to his heart
Then Yenti, came in to let the fun start
Little Serendipity as a child had suffered so
But grew up and just wouldn't let it go
I was told by friends that knew these folks
It would just go beyond the odd friendly poke
It disturbed our Yenti that as he was old
It was construed as being lewd and much too bold
When I was young,
he could be found
hiding in my closet
and lurking
beneath my bed.
The elders always
told me not to worry.
Monsters aren't real.
There only in your head.
I asked them if it
was the same way with god.
Cause he seems real to me
and this monster
is looking to be fed.
And so it came to be,
just as they had professed.
I found that fucker
living deep inside of me,
I visited your house,
and its face
devoured by vines
left me desolate
I remembered
hurrying to live,
your hands
cracked,
they now lay
crumbled
to dust
The mysteries
scoring your face,
pitting the pores,
mimicking skin,
are now forever
closed in pine.
Suddenly beauty rose
in your wild garden,
and dragonflies
grazed my mind,
I silently conceded
with a sigh,
Hurtful words rip my heart,
with claws of sorrow
tearing both of us apart
casting love in shadow
Your name still haunts my soul
but its warmth is long -gone..
Beautiful memories unfold
turning into moments I mourn
Old dreams lying in tatters,
left me deprived of hope here
but I 'have promised myself
never again to shed a tear
For here stands a woman born free
who will not cower from Destiny
this is not the end of love
this is its new beginning
sardius sapphire
pummeled apostasy labrets
fray emptied scare-crow
repudiated carbuncle
vultures speak nude
sobriety ox bridge tablets
welcome my long lost friend
about the parched eight
game Theodore dry bare
century half full lull scar
horrific mortal reign, mortal white
careless of tongue steer evening star stir
so say it precarious
now that both say it
dressed before the black
turns into white
eight hours before
use this threnody
topic sentence unperturbed
Now a day’s
It’s not guys who have to display,
roses for their Valentines …
I have observed many a gal
offer chocolates to a boy
for a soft kiss in return
so as to their inner desires burn.
So we must rename it now
and
call it a Ballsinday
as gals will come forward to play
they’ll ask of the guys
their love to display
from top to toe
as the world turns
sexually metro…
In the providence of Quimbly
in the borough known as, Knob
there's a sky so blue, it stays blue day & night;
a starkly, neon, shadow is cast
as twilight becomes strong,
and each & every village lamp burns bright.
The mistwhips fly in circles
for they know their way around,
plus they're thrilled they get to do it once again;
the faeries arrive quite early
they'e best at cheering with no sound,
and the motion of their wings start up the wind.
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