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Eructation Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
Super Moon Probir Gupta Free verse Free verse eructation, beauty, image, moon,
the yurp andrew delapruch Free verse Free verse eructation, life,

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Eructation Poem Example

Super Moon

It is not a fact 
That the super moon arrived 
after many years
And will again be seen
After so many years

It came just the other day
With a lot of tales to say

Whenever you come
As the colours come
In apple handsome
Whenever you come
As a yellow and red music 
In the flute and drum
Whenever you come
Along with bees in hum
The super moon comes

And not the everyday moon
That we are used to, like our
Tobacco and eructation sour
Our brown pride and black power
No, not so commonplace an episode 
Without nothing to decode

It is a super moon
When you come
As a glide trembling in a tune
Taking down the moon

It is not a fact too
That you will not come again 
Very soon
May be next June 
May be sooner or later
We cannot predict
When the bones and bloods will be lit
No computer to foresee
Nor there will be one
When the thunder will knock in a frisson
A lightning will flash across the horizon

Almost all on a sudden
One day we see a lovely cherry
on a deep red tree
Inside our cognitivity
There, there, upon the dunes
The moon changes
To a super moon
No more camels in a procession
In the shadows of isolation
Existential fragmentation

In the peace of night 
The delighted super moon
May enter through your window
And sit beside your pillow
You may act Pablo Picasso
Neruda Pablo
Or blame it on Rio 
Morning night or noon
You don't know when
But it does come
The super moon

Time does flirt
Overt or covert
According to your personality 
Extro or introvert

Time does bloom
To flood our momentary rooms
With the exhilarating sensations
From the super moon

Whether a Trump 
Or a dweller in a slum
All including she he and you
Can understand my view
'Cause the milieu
And the needle and thread
With which I sew this design
The visits of super moonshine
You have perceived it
You did meet it
In the recurrent current
Flooding your barren lands
Inside your chest
Your resplendent moments of crest
The super moon in our inward sky
My smiling shadow in your eyes

Our times intensify
As we both live and die
It is a succession of life and death
The desire dances underneath
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24/11/2016

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