This treasury of Quiet
Cruder, a world in chaos
There, yond, does beset.
That guarded over, solely
Roomed, in rooms walled up of trees
By we, the lonely.
On a plane flying to Vancouver,
An odd lady said that I knew her,
I was just flabbergast,
After years now at last,
My wife of forty is much cruder.
In reprimand of Donald Anus Trump
(the Grand Old Party's best and choicest loser,
who sleazed and promised us he'll “drain the swamp”),
you live up to your name for there's none cruder
than you. And you behave like a male hussy
(who'd lay your daughter because she's a blonde peach),
and chirpily urge Bush to “grab [women] by
the pussy” (on video) in no figure of speech.
How to laud you our Commander-in-Chief;
when all you do is lie, distort, and threaten
your way out of the charge that you're a thief
(and fraud with whom Lord God has yet to reckon)?
And God help those children all at the border,
now dying by your executive order!
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A voice perfection has conceived
Where once a fledgling had perceived
Divine an ingenuity
I now have found humanity
Yet pulses through Great Britain's veins
Your lasting boyish innocence
All I've struggled to obtain
A child's heart was its penitence
Of old perceiver, you are now portrayed
By cruder hands. Oh untainted mind!
Your rhyme and verse relentless time has weighed
Yet found have I a heart behind.
The great Caesarean splendor
And his roaring empire's reign
Fleeting things be mortal hopes
May a monument remain?
Daedalus, Ah Daedalus
Lend your feathers toward the sky
Adonai, my God on high
Faith with holy flames reward!
Strikes a stone, a stone
Iron and clay to dust subdue
To cruder substance enamoured
A mask of gold embraces sod
A silent elegy.
The Lord's kingdom shall forever reign
Amen
In showy fashioning from your heart
my beating heart demand a green light
and date cruder fit over pyramids
Of nor realities being dressed.
I craving mine sweet, thus you!
arousing daily with me by anew dawn
From my bedouin is a poetry link.
Whereas by various of reasons, I wanna
not stop persisting until fulfils it —
secure I’m thou flimsily if you wanna
I canfuls are things, your dim moan.
My heart-beating demand a green light
in showy fashioning from your heart
and date cruder fit over pyramids
of nor realities been dressed
I craving mine sweet, info in you
arousing daily with me by anew dawn
from my bedouin as poetry links
whereas various of reasons, I wanna
stop persisting until fulfils it —
secure I’m thou flimsily if wanna you
I could be a thing, your dim moan
my gardens Bud-Peony Roses you own
my savor for, if you endow a light
and the virtual green been
as virtual by engaging rings our desire
And we sweetheart band for eternity
and apiece of anniversary solar day
as impress day in ceremony, and a Red
Rose in bestow give to you
and the Angeles wishes our sleep
by nightly along in advanced for
and nothing thou modified in the far
And toward not down-field we besot.
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