Category Archives: poem

another escapist creation

Close your eyes and welcome the festival that never concludes but now and then rests as the colors and the musical feel sense and dance best when evenings are cool letting cubes clink in glasses, kissing you. Tasty treats emit … Continue reading

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words written from sheer desperation

vowels in flower caressing silence openly muse on if this night they will get to slip on iris dresses and shine though they will settle for the usual story starring a dewy peony as it was written in the advert … Continue reading

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what I’m up against

Readers, your humble Poet resides in a zone under constant bombardment by belligerent bad mood spirits who possess all sorts of weapons meant to prevent sweet languor in abstract sprawl – it’s like they bred abrasives to specifically cripple word … Continue reading

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my readers, I have no words

What a surprise the chaff should sweep across these pages on the nose next to the sunrise commissioned to give a green light to the nouns aching to play with forbidden modifiers they’d maybe never consider before the warnings were … Continue reading

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all due respect reply

I won’t swear it is wanking that wearies nor do I offer an opposite born from a dalliance in rancor. Merely saying a lacking may add weight as in the wilderness materials; as in strolling specimens in leggings.

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the overview viewpoint

maybe wanking finally wearies you. Call it an inundation or call it what it is should its species belong in an alternate column, entirely, as what is true is more crucial than a name.

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oh what a bafflement

who could guess poetry had enemies? and spirits get edgy when around it? – because it can be anything? or choose to stroll the street decked in pink mums? Who could imagine that grown men guarded by sharp-shooting armor are … Continue reading

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