To me was Aunt Belle's
Antique stamp collection left
Old philatalist
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To me was Aunt Belle's
Antique stamp collection left
Old philatalist
Old philatelist
carefully soaking his stamps
travelling the world
traveling the world
Hoping for what is precious
Wisdom escapes me
Wisdom escapes me
to recesses of playgrounds
and blacktop sneakers
and blacktop sneakers,
all this through the white vortex
smiles, and jeans with holes
smiles, and jeans with holes
were the perfect distractions
for the wettest willy
For the wettest will
be swimming in good fortune
just a few strokes more
just a few strokes more,
butterfly or breast strokes,
for the finish line
For the finish line
I run, just run crazily
Writers like an end
Writers like an end
but sometimes they make a twist
and you keep wondering!
and you keep wondering
(that's impossible!) how'd the
wall commit suicide?
wall commit(s) suicide,
crumbles down and falls to ground
to be blown away!
To be blown away
Loved. Unaware unrequited
Love could create mess
Love could create mess
so never fall in this ditch
use Kleenex keep clean !
use kleenex, keep clean
the second dirtiest city--
should i be laughing?
(oh i should :lol: Dhaka-- the place i live in-- has been declared the 2nd dirtiest city ^_^ its a wonder we missed the 1st place! )
should i be laughing
at what people talk about
me and (just)yourself?
symph.
nevermind, in such places are found lotuses, arn't they?
me and yourself, louis
fred, bob, herbert, sophia, em,
crammed in the buggy
Crammed in the buggy
no room for alter ego
I am on my own
I am on my own
not sure how long this will go;
when are you coming?
when are you coming
to the land of lollipops
and skies of jelly
and skies of jelly
would only please greedy kids
I need sky of rum!
I need sky of rum
melting mango horizon,
and pineapple boats.
and pineapple boats
filled with watermelon
for centerpieces...
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for centerpieces,
black roses -- perfect for the
vampire-themed food
vampire-themed food
as red as pomegranate
tossing up and down!
tossing up and down,
in that time honored custom
between dads and babes.
between dads and babes
mothers create no hurdle
they just keep shouting!
they just keep shouting!
"Stop rough-housing so much, dear!
It's almost bed-time!"
It's almost bed-time
there is no sign of sleep in
the eyes. What is wrong?
the eyes. What is wrong?
I think I already know;
your eyes are too sad.
your eyes are too sad
i can imagine your pain
take some love's potion
take some love's potion
cackle as you howl and sing
rabid for her skin
rabid for her skin
raindrops slog her sodden frame
spilling down her limbs
spilling down her limbs
electric labial lines
spoken by the trees
spoken by the trees
suborned whispers, rank dumbness,
into lythe music
into lithe music
sank the furious ocean
waves played the lyre
waves played the lyre
as fish churned sun-reflected
odes on foamy crests
odes on foamy crests
shone like my poems on litnet
as bright as a day!
as bright as a day
like this, the sun at its best
to turn leaves olive...
to turn leaves olive
come in the garden with a
little chlorophyll