Best Poems Written by Gelase Magnificat

Her Meteor

Actually, I am not a good forecaster
And She was not that good forecaster
Audibly none is that perfect worthily
Adducing, we all are artists worthily.

But she did not know well to count
Boldly, to count meteor’s step out.
Bustle, it came and took her wholly
Wholly handing her tickling beauty.

Cruelly, curtained from her bathroom
Carted from bathroom to dead’s room
Crowned, it eternally took her wholly
Wholly handing her tickling beauty.

Definitely, she is an elevated artist
Decorously, a perfect-enough artist
Descent artist to design a post-life.
Wholly she had a  tickling beauty.

Educator she did became ever since
Ever since a cursed meteor took her.
Evaporated, she did leave me empty
Empty, fully, without a matriarch.


Gélase Magnificat.

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