Tag: poem
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Plundering a Masterpiece
Numerologists praising lucky elevens and sevens Numbing numbers puzzling and unbecoming, potent despite Like witch-stirred potions brewed on rare moon nights, enabling flight Impossible by rights yet I thereby gliding despite Without spite, purely to satisfy and blight with blithe smiles One slight, short in height, a self nothing denied since it brushed motherthighs An…
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Wisdom from the Risen
Typing up my antitypes, hidden gospels behind the light Bound angels in rapid flight, ready for the final fight Wings of fire outspread golden flecked the night In the fumes of drug induced fugues drawing down the moon Asking it for boons, the skills of illusions that rude minds deluge Three days without news, cage…
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SOFIANNA
Signs of violent times Lines of hopeless people seeking the divine The wicked triumphal, committing violent crimes The blood, the blood, the veins, the vines Rusted windvanes spin when the dim King arrives Prideful by dint of dim gold Thriving by dint of thinned tribe Thinner and thinner as if they refused dinner In these…