The soaring sinews of morning sunrise,
Ascend like attacking phantoms with flailing spears;
They rise thinking of fond amusements in the foggy darkness;
They appear as an apparition appears through an old curtain,
As a suffering ghost lurking, groaning in the back room there,
In the old back mansion
Amidst the dark tuft of beckoning willows,
Out back, hidden and forbidden, their erotic shadows.
Then we stand close together,
I have my fingers on Cape Hatterus,
Gently and firmly, as ripe apples in the wind
Topple, I guided you breathlessly amongst the doilies.
I let my masticating mind fixate visions of contorting sweat.
I, as a force of destiny,
Spiraled straight into boneless sockets.
Don't move female person, you, with wafts of perfume strong,
Stare into me female person, stare into my eyes,
There is no other river to cross,
The boa constrictors have put on blinders.
They don't see you. They don't care.
But I do. As a lone bloom on a strong myrtle branch,
I see you over there,
As much as the sky sees our rising voices,
But now my brain hears your voice,
Yet you are silent.
No one will Read Article
It had been expressed in another exclusive
About Trump already again being abusive
Towards minority groups taking advantage of
And opposite sex which he sure seems to love.
Some people have purposely proposed
That dear Donald be diametrically exposed
Expose things in his life that did occur
Results and what all of them would infer.
Trump to believe anyone else does refuse
And for everything he has a perfect excuse
When he found attached there was a stigma
To move it he decided to take an enema.
No one else knw what might be entailing
They noticed that behind him was trailing
A female person who is currently a reporter
Who compared to him surely is much shorter.
Her goal was to create a newspaper feature
About this totally absurd and ugly creature
And if we right all of our cards will play
No one will ever want to read it anyway.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
sister sister
a female person havin the same
parents
with you.
sisters can be the first afta the
mother.
Either young or old,
they r alwaiz dere for you
they can be a shoulder for you to
cry upon,
you can be a shoulder for dem to
cry upon,
they are loving and caring,
they are more precious than jewels,
OH!they are incomparable,
Even in Genesis 12:13"say you are
my
sister,that it may go well with me
because of
you,and that my life may be spared
for your
sake".
Oh sister,sister how lovin you are...
On the first day, I was born
Bringing joy to the household
Of my parents.
The second day, a toddler
Learning to go from one place
To another
On the third day, a schoolgirl
With the wide world of knowledge
Spread before me
The fourth day, a young woman
Newly aware I’m unique
Female person
On the fifth day, a mother
Sharing myself willingly
With four children
On the sixth day, I was old
Reviewing my achievements
Seeing, they’re good.
The seventh day, the threshold
Of death, looking ahead to
Temporal life