Alliteration
Goofy gangly geese
Are not what they seem
They'll nip your tiny ticklish toes
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Goofy gangly geese
Are not what they seem
They'll nip your tiny ticklish toes
The swan reflects upon the surface of the water,
As a poet contemplates their inner being and soul,
The reflection connects with the swan,
Travel...
from town to city,
from car to bus,
Poets and poetry are like script is to paper -
One is fit for use by the other;
Script and paper go hand in hand -
A middle-aged man of dubious character,
To other's eyes that behold him,
Dressed in fine clothes, fit for a master,
I delight in the beauty of a sunset sparkle,
Across a peaceful endless ocean,
The breeze creating tiny waves,
Dreaming of the future,
Dreaming of the past,
Dreaming of the present moment,
Don't matter you are not here!
Somewhere in the room
Your memories are hidden
The Universe cried
Out of your womb
Woman.
Our worlds
Inhabit the other's
With passion.
Those who honored
Vanished in the grave
Those who glorified
My mind got tired chasing trendy ghosts
And everything looks so absurd to me,
Today without a sense becomes a lost
Coarse, white sands
Swallowed occasionally by salty, crystal waters
Sky the lightening apricot of the pensive sunset
No pants no shoes no shirt
Grope push pull slam groove
Lick taste moan spurt
Don't break my arms!
Someone already has,
When rain was not water
Your moons are hurting!
Running from you,
Painful desire.
Insatiable rain of passion
Pours its thirsty drops
Of wine
Love's color
Has the smell
Of GunPowder,
the face I see, I dream
tomorrow I'd love
my fingertips forgot the longing for whispers
Last night I deserted the war that was waged between
the entities
were left in the trenches they owned