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Valley Remix

Wisdom, do anything for love,
One cannot administer feeling,
Smoking trees and tending buds;
Ashore a flood, Amore my love,
Shores complain not of fumbles,
Nor bees of bumbles.
Horse contained not by hurdles,
Nor flees or humbled.
No fleas or bugs, or jungles.
A girl, reserved forever, supple,
Personal, plain, non functional,
Is she a butt joke, or punchline?

Regret, or spend time a spindle,
Two too many, to twine a stick,
Rope simply frayed on four ends.
Portend of trouble, 
Poor tend to nothings,
Their lovers forever troubling,
Who casts shadow twice a valley,
November 14, 2018 7:13 am
21 lines, 97 words

We All Famous

Just In Pain
Railing, mirth like nail files,
Failure at the last mile, paling,
Valencia mailing, orange letters:
"Hello, my love endearing,
Are you not hearing my words,
Cello, or Othello reading."

Orator deceiving, apportioned more,
For boys, they are but fleeting,
Foreign peering at another girl.

Teenage to be, card or palm reading,
Do my feelings mean nothing more?
A chore on your list of meetings,
Suit, Tie and your railing grasped tightly.
I might be a fool for lies and deceit,
Ununique like an onion, carrot or leek:
"Choose me please, you need to eat.
Color me pink or beat me anew, kneed,
Until I am bread, so says the meat."

Your railing a crutch, always needed,
Like carrot bread has disgusting features,
You have disingenuous dealings with realism.
November 9, 2018 4:40 pm
24 lines, 128 words

Speakers tho

My heart filled with love,
Only my paintbrush coveted.
Simply a coward with canvas,
To give forms anew, forever,
Formula new, for you toward,
Perhaps to give in retort.
To highlight, grey,
Brush dusty and disdain,
My desires of microphones,
Speakers though, just saying.
November 5, 2018 10:53 am
10 lines, 44 words

Sword Lily

Fruitful sword lily ablush
 Nestled in gardens lush
Pigments triumph aplenty
Resilient verdant sentry

Colossal erectile shoots
Ingrain deep abyssal roots
Precious tis platinum spun
Abreast a rising sun

Glorious tis a supple reign
Aubade a beauteous refrain
Vibrant a gladiolus plant
Borne on Gaia’s decant

Traverse archaic path
Helios waning wrath
Shadows await dusk
Absconding obligant musk

November 5, 2018 1:27 am
21 lines, 59 words

Dignity Poetic

Reading of lives I enjoy deceit,
My letter bold, italic and neat:
"Please hear me, Greek, leek,
I sometimes write nonsense,
Lest hope you would hear it."

Leading my lines,
Foreseeing poetically,
Receiving a liar guilty.
He says:
"For stanzas today, teacher,
I stand like bread features,
My brother filet beside me."
For once he doesn't lie,
Looks for the sky, sees ceiling.
Nothing aground marks his feeling,

Seeing the concrete,
He remarks of life:
"To tryst so wildly, again,
Would Vivaldi paint so vividly?
Probably, and with champagne,
because his name has dignity."
So seeing his window,
He thinks of rain.
November 1, 2018 6:54 pm
25 lines, 102 words

Fibre Only Mukbang Challenge

Bartlett pears, dare i say, or shout,
Without is life austere, my world grey.
Some juicy poetry I heard today:
"With my hands so sticky,
A world become so tricky,
So quickly the armoire useless,
Of rickety fences, my house is."
I spoke it, To save face,
Bartlett pears are on their way.
October 24, 2018 5:31 pm
9 lines, 53 words

Bulwark On

The valley is my grave
For I sit within the mouths of caves
I shall not move for days
Nor weeks nor years
For even if I'm paid in flies 
My destiny, Tyler, I won't deny
For one day when I die
My body will atone
For I could eat a stone twice my size
My destiny, Tyler, I won't deny
My afterlife, a Bulwark Frog
Lo, to be a tadpole of one's own life
For now, I just write songs
Fantasies to make my family fear the valley's size
Then bulwark on
October 21, 2018 1:49 pm
15 lines, 93 words

Alas I Find Again

Just In Pain
Why write technical poetry?
Skylight he remarks, opens,
Beams of light Caepoeria,
Room a knight of California,
Adjoined, special upholstery,
Coins, for centuries.
My king coiled, 
Toiling thy rings,
By fools finding hands,
Bringing foil to my picnics.
Thinking spoilt,
Singing doyle,
Drunk stringing his violin,
To play brittle.
How would I do, Aemula?
Is my world to soon, exposed,
Or steeped for your future?
A mule for god,
How would I too, butcher,
Myself, user and administrator?
I'm you for Claude, Europe,
Sugar, or urban woodland.
Frogs bulwark their homeless,
I'm too for piles of durance,
Furthermore for living fulcrum,
Furthermore, for here it comes.
Words technical, sure, but speaking of,
Can I not just turn and bite my thumb?
October 21, 2018 8:56 am
28 lines, 121 words

A quick poem about the life of a horse

Imagine your achievements dreamed,
To swim upstream, one's valor full,
Salmon like calendar, won tomorrow.
River colander rusted and massive,
Is this my love, and forever after,
To be strained by dirty captives?
I magic your feelings careening,
To sink a damn, one's cup too full.
Salt mounds like ashen piles,
Too often borrowed by a saline cult.
Maybe my faults found by asking,
To speak upfront, one never knows,
Maybe fault-lines, foundations cracking.
To be a tan, army man, evil being,
May be taught lies fundamentally ethic,
Baby breaking, tied to shouting rhetoric.
October 16, 2018 6:37 pm
16 lines, 94 words