Foray Poems - Poems about Foray

Meet me—by the abandoned houses—>there not here<—, for it’s a danger! to be seen in such ill company as I__I mean: if strangers knew how strange was our affair, they’d **** us!—meet me when night has grown fair, bring gifts (flowers) (for nothing’s more obscene in such situation as we are keen). Though I’m well loath to leave you unaware, you’ll must need...

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The uphill climb, rigorously relentless with ambling ambitions and schematic stratagem, blueprinted blatantly on the blank parchment of mind, sketched skillfully with chameleon color shift, transiently transfixed. The gripping gravity of transcendental time of the loaded past pulls back incessantly the present instants, fastens in retrospect the incoherent network of faltering footsteps at the refurbished root of existential essence. The intent inertia of living force creates proactive causal momentum of tumultuous...

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Oh, what powerful lights on a sable sea Sugar crystals sprinkled on all ebony Back to the ground, eyes up to sky Plant me like this, the very day I die In a glass coffin on the world, display My eyes to the stars, as comets foray I pray to heaven if this be how my soul is condemned In looking up,...

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Sunflowers in a lavish bouquet, warm with the heat of day, Tall, elegant and lovely, faces turned in different directions, Like a pearly, August moon foray, as the sun is going away; While it bestows most recent, bronze, sunshine recollections. The lustrous leaves deep green, and just waiting to be seen, In the large, red-violet vase, on a table, beside...

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Cavalry chivalry; Splendor cadillac ; I'm sure love For you shall; Not to be ignored; Beloved you are my Beloved; And heated bliss; I must insist; I 'll seal our hearts wish; With the Velvet kiss; Splendor a cabaret; I love you so this day; What a beautiful foray? 12/23/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Soft Clock Foray #1 He serves her armadillo heart to four knaves under glass, and tones her angst with creams of slight. He pours himself a generous sea from under her Ouroborean eyes, to slate his endless urn of...

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Crow's claws carrion campy carping nsync nocturnal teenage mutant ninja turtles analogous to scuttling (think) browed beastie boys scarab beetle brandishing sharp small scabbard swords delightedly digging daggers deep into deadened prey rotting roadkill repulsively reeking formerly (mere moments ago) once fancy free and footloose happy go lucky creatures perhaps instinctively squirreling away scarce winter rations animals oblivious to danger (i.e. despite matter of fact courteous attentive driver) former obviously caught...

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What side can you judge infinity from, the front or then the back If it’s never over, or never ends, how then can you protract Can infinity stop and start again, would it be different or the same Can judgment ever qualify, what it can’t even name If generalizations are generally true, what...

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In this silent foray Mystic music started to play That was soothing to ears A calming balm for the heart Simple truths revealed Complicated lies thrashed To the mystic tune, heart beats danced Just some moments, revealed all that is This venture into silence, my greatest adventure...

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