She spoke of both Rephaim and Nakim
she spoke of them with
a fair fondness
KaI(so4)2,,12H2O
potassium alum
to make crystals and seeds
of red jasper rough
personal and confidental
refractions of beauty
they sourced
all of Ceres to
find this
might all of
Rupes and Tholi
Speak Dante as
Perfection
Haulani of Sulci
Me Es Muy Bonita
Te story comes from
Ceres Lover of all things Beautiful
the tale speak that Ceres took
berries and rubbed them
against stones
and soaked the stone in water
and drank to become drunk
there the Goddess Bossanova used his
cup to extract and become pregnant
with Ceres child. She told her
mortal husband he was the father. And Ceres found them
and made them
trolls who lived in the forest of Dante. He renamed his son
Rupes.
Written by
El Suta of Haulshuff
in 1821 inn Godbout
With every breath
With every touch
With every smile
With every tear
With every second
We all will agree
That life's beautiful...
A starry crown on my deity
Giving you looks of divinity
Peninsular beauty amazing
My poetry quotient arousing
Doll-like appearance divine
Camera friendly super fine
Attitude terrific and astute
Forever thee O I just salute
Pretty pulchritudinous belle
In villa you relish to dwell
Luscious and lavish drapery
You’re ever full of jewellery
Royal clan and flamboyance
Simply speak thy exuberance
May Lord bless me to verse
The poems witty and terse
That through light on beauty
And all that make thee pretty
May thou never feel dejected
Let thee never be humiliated
Soon you mount chair top
That too at the hat’s drop
May you reap career crop
Wishing thee a huge hop..!
espiritu afin huyo
sin razon
embriagantes
nubes grises
bailado y entregado
el odor della lluvia
colgado alli como
un huerfano
los agujeros
negros
en el cielo
mortal
rieron en la cara
abierta un cielo
eres tan hermosa
Salmon colored skin, extra sensitive,
old '03 40 plus sunscreen sits atop dresser, back home
drunken ex-surfers smell up Hennesey’s and Sharkey’s
well tanned, dirty blond, wasted teeth, flip
high school dropouts here from the city, try to unleash their angst,
Kary-okie night; have to sing louder than Sportscenter on 10 screens
the floor sticks with the sap of [spilled]hard drinks and lost mores’
tables are leaned on, light dims, hard to hear,
a man walks out, down the pier, to the end
drinks in the blackness
waves lap at the legs of the walk,
the moon laughs
then calls the prophetic,
first week of summer.
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