The output is out of a lot of inventions living
Infesting only some powers and weapons
Pervading the earth and air are circling
Enthused in insensitivity and blushless clash,
And have stood in an open contrast
Endeavouring him to mentally crush
To commit him first dead in those trash
Raising a violent war around the global village;
But he with his group
And every power are merely standing troop
Hiding the grave fault fighting to mark
Striving to subdue but groping in the dark,
So, all his policies, gaining and ethical part
Are cursed in the century’s worldwide dirt.
Categories:
blushless, crush,
Form: Sonnet
(this brownarmed girl will sleep
with goodman)
testing the white waters at lunch
she in a blushless
cheesecloth frock
chaperoned by one vased fuchsia forget
me not
coyly sipping cantharis tea
verbalizing
circling a triangle
words slipping from breath moistened lips
like fire thirsty moths quenched by flame
washing their hands
clean of angelcake memories
she keeps a picture by his bed
a stranger and the children
in sun day best
& each night is the longest month of the year
Categories:
blushless, passion,
Form: Free verse