Over One

One over two
Haven’t got a cloo
That I am patient
Over latent
Casualty under
None blunder
Keeping asunder
One’s number
Thankless worry
Timeless tarry
I hate words
That completes hordes
Of desperation
Of destruction
Can’t oppress
The goddess
Perfect gold
Over the hold
Dynamic carry
Soft faire
One’s greater than infinity

Russell Sivey
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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August 29, 2011 at 4:22 PM
I don't like listening to words of destruction either, Russell. Worry is always a thankless endeavor. Awesome meter and rhyme here! Love, Carolyn
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August 29, 2011 at 12:06 PM
well this is an interesting piece Russell.. catchy monorhyme and then into another sphere toward the end luv.. want to read again..
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