William Kelii Kekaula Poet Villanelle

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The Table Is Yours

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The Table is Yours

I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
determined to make the best of my fill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.

So slight I take, before greed rob sizes,
breeds avarice, made by my tales, instill
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,

I treat my table for none, chastises,
scorn bugs cheer, I use, superior skill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.

My views are all mine, other surmises,
Live whole, die happy, and I am uphill,
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,

I chose my independence; it rises,
some ills my mood, nothing changes, free will,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.

My metaphors used spell true life guises,
My mountain I fit into a molehill,
I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.

2022 August 03

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