Long Engraver Poems
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It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
Flight motion is a dreamy adventure I would savor.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
I feel certain the atmosphere would gladly comply.
Granting me ascent would be a most splendid favor.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
Passing birds would wonder why and what was saying hi.
My desire to sky soar would never reduce or waver.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
To sky view earth's wondrous beauty might make me cry.
Dipping and lifting thru blue could make me a flight craver.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
My liftoff would be a spry leg jump and arm raising try.
I could be an artistic flying, smiling, cloud engraver.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
Amplified amazing waves of euphoria would apply.
Each moment of exhilaration would grow me braver.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
The air drips over the lake
yet to be thundered awake.
Mirages waver.
Bare feet on black asphalt quake
Keepers on sand tractors rake.
That's summer's flavor.
Swimsuit wearers all partake
of young beauties and beef cake
as love is a savior.
Dip the babies toes, savor
the lake's cool icy laver,
hear her giggles rise.
See the lover's sink braver
and the old ones disfavor
soon to end July.
Scorched red by Sun's engraver.
Father's garden hose wavers.
Soon, summer good bye's.
August crisps the field's allies.
Summer's guests leave compromised.
The lifeguard's gone.
It's too hot for much but sighs.
The town theater's cool as ice,
from the heat in drawn.
Watch the actor's prance in guise
Fall with have it's own surprise,
Too soon, summer's gone.
Can’t sleep a wink and I think it’s my brain trying to maintain a link between processing thoughts and thought processing amongst that stress thing…it’s a mess….messaging my eye lids to blink one last wink one last processed thought to think about before my tinker bell light goes out….
Let me think for second I beckon…I’m wrecking…my vision trying to blink a word over flow again…making my hands stink again…as I pretend my words are my loaded weapon…I’m guessing you’re messing about trying to figure out…come up with a doubt..shout..start gossiping..speaking of my thought processing…keeping me from sleeping…
Can’t sleep a wink and I think it’s my thoughts trying to link my brain to a maintainable critical thinking word flow blinking…processed thoughts brinking no point of return…my hands stinking from a burn…blistered greater on paper provoking mind creator physique paper engraver…maybe that’s why I’m wide awake or am I…..?
"All art is erotic", quote from Gustav Klimt
The Kiss... Gustav Klimt
Son of a Bohemian gold engraver
Childhood marked by poverty
Influenced by Japanese art
Developed his talent early in life
Created his own style like no other
Took symbolism and eroticism to new heights
Glorifying the female body
Evocatively exotic and erotic
Lacquering it with gold leaf
Controversial during his lifetime
Now on display in Vienna
Those not destroyed during the war
Traveling in world exhibitions
Or sold for multi millions to art collectors
Unfinished paintings when he died
World-wide fame celebrated anniversary
One hundred and fifty years
Death and Life
A golden tribute to Klimt
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Militant anti immigrant riots by those who love foreign diets inspired by Patrick's (a Nairobi squire & Obi One Kenobi of Satire) "the Flavour Crisis" in the Guardian..
Our saviour from v(ice) some spice and flavour
For Blighty to finally be fancy free and mighty
We must stop dastardly.. bastardly behaviour
Bold in vogue rogues in brogues who're flighty
Britain ain’t as cold as the fold in Scandinavia
Savour cultural gold or it will be nighty nighty
Rascal perky castle floats in quirky murky moats
Nobody notes same gory story just Tory turncoats
Glory gloats as caning boats is still gaining votes
Knaves & slaves sent to their graves scapegoats
Nigel Farage tribal bible barrage sowing his oats
Baiting bigots hating spigots come on do us a favour
Have a go at a hijab then go have a kebab is a worry
Flurry of slurry raves at their quarry pivots craves curry
Shady reformer berk digs jerk go beserk at lady burkha
Has a go at Gurhka worker making his korma say sorry
Fears that it took 60 years to pick ethnic peers on Corrie
If only their morals like their palate whet was bit braver
Tease about it’s a breeze ease of Chinese if in a hurry
No takeaway waiver unless more a Quaver than raver
Don’t be hasty most things tasty the same wheeze
Places with traces of other races & faces do choose
No quips please about fish and chips is Portuguese
Although clues in London dish introduced by Jews
On our knees seeing trees not the wood our disease
Not just pasty views need other hues cultural engraver
Colour cascades with brood of shades or mood is duller
No blot of the don't give a jot lot be a melting pot bather
Britain’s future paver.. tutor & life saver could be FLAVA