Hans Boyka Poet Iambic Pentameter

A Beauty Is a Thing Erupt Desire

A beauty is a thing erupt desire
Lustrous of thousand ants arise
A fallen leaf no commands need from trunk
The water breath no practice of sink

The bawdy bald is sphere of lust and crave
Afresh and water lake around ants thrive
Mundane, by cry of fresh is clear crystal
amidst cactus a bald is wild petal

reflect a friend of sun in lake of bald
As clear as hands of Gogh and colour word
Let not the friend of sun float cre'ate glimpse
Let the bald clear silent to taste ******

Dead notes of mus'cal box is fail the rhythm
The bald of Chaos music with rings make rhythm
Sound that never taste beloved of hands
With bald the beauty of lust beloved taste glands

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Beata Agustin July 29, 2024 at 8:20 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.