Eat your pasta primavera
off my belly
after we finish
making love
sitting up and legs
and arms shape
an arachnid out of us
'Solaris' is playing
by Mathias Frische and
Rob Landes
You set
my violin
on fire!
It is drizzling outside
which somehow
makes me crave
your 747 For Men
cologne
I don't light candles
or need soft lighting
I want to look at you
raw and taste
the salt of your
making
I am river dancing
in my head while
you look at me,
right now
Now, David's Jig
by Natalie MacMaster
is playing
She never tires,
neither do I
I want to make
another spider
together
is always
possible
I think everything
is funny
from the right angle
and life is enjoyable
well-rounded
I had fun
at the Dollar Tree
and made the cashier
cackle with me
when I told her
how tiring science
is at this point in mid-May
and what would be much more fun,
fully charged
this feels right
right now
The elaborate composition part 2
Last night the storm tore through my yard, and ya'll had
me feeling like I was being mean, cause I don't wanna
do this but if the We ought a's out number the nah's,
I will do-it if there if a film associated with it. It better be
"ne plus ultra" I mean very special and outstanding.
Or maybe we'll need to find
someone else to start looking out for our interest.
Summer tour's need to be fun and safe.
Not outcasting fans who already know who we are!
Mellifluous and euphony are the new words we need to focus on.
It just sounds preternatural and out of place.
I'll do it. we are gonna adjust to make it modern and our's!
Its style is a journey for my mind
providing a world onto itself
with miles to meander
and crevasses to explore
with paths to follow
allowing my soul to wander
AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on April 25, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE V sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 8TH
FAUVES THE GENRE
The fauvista always bright&bold
an art style waiting to behold
heightened emotion is perceived
always subjective never pre-conceived
Without further interruption a game, riddle.
Abyssal void manifests a skeleton and a cloak,
he has a sickle but is no reaper,
plays cards instead.
Dealt in a kraken with all sevens,
four on the board but the dice are rolling,
snap you from your reverie.
If this is the grim reality of a toad,
aimed at hue manatee then whose diamonds bled,
all I see are droplets of rubies.
Dave’s Jones is knocking his ship is sinking,
he shows the X but there is no spot,
so where is your treasure?
Extra clue,
sevens are wild.
perfection
in a fight
against convention
portrayed
&
allegorized
with passion
so prominent
in colour
so pure
living images
wander
the mind
infused
by an impulse
preoccupied
with
originality
in wild gleams
of fancy
soaring imagination
on
the
wings
of
the past
Fusion is also a genre in folklore.
I am a perfectionist. You may address me there.
Father in bad habits, brothers in curtain in carts
Outside chores are somewhere, in outside doors.
And I will tell you
I will end you in here and now.
Hundred times more
Before your MS-DOS "Chronoskimmer" finds me in Gloria Anzaldúa
ever again.
We are at the world's edge
Playing non-stop on reed
Along the lyrics of natural nerds
Singing solemnly aloud to no end
With courage, strength and gut, we fledge
Upon all it throws cum concurrent need
We put the flag of fitness on substantial words
Giving all to the moment per chance cum luck to contend
In the hopeful grace that endangers mind's den
Either our says are blue or our minds, red
Our DOS will glee come what may to adhere
To our souls' operating systems regarding gene
Shout out to men on pen
Boys are not stone yet not dread
But are readily fit to contend without fear
Be it in Apomu, London, or even Eugene
It is either we win or battles rend
But no surrender not even for greed
Of pasture which mortal wants green
Of which everyone has become an aorta
That accompany the mysteries pens trend
In this peaceful tease is my awesome breed
A figure of troubled bliss pecking fate's serene
Gracefully, I belong to this wonderful "M" genre.
Where they speak
Where they compose
Where they brainstorm
Where they act out
To create
To make right
To edge perfection
Then it septed through
The murky waters of
Knowledge
Those who's and
and what's
Straighten out
the unfralls
Making way
For
Intreies
On who's mark
Starts the
Composment
Sounding out
What words meant
Ready
Ready
The intro's
Starting
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
Adagio Crescendo the trumpets
Need your tenor tone
Alto Crescendo her crisp sounding
Tone
What nights might concerto
Intros of love
Itros toiduce interest
Keeping ah tenor interested
Is what Alto wants to do
A more a more
Sumthang special bout you
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