Lxii Poems - Poems about Lxii

LXII+ years old and he still carries a security blanket Move over Linus Van Pelt of Peanuts fame, cuz yours truly also psychologically lame since prepubescence mine noticeably long hair delivered inner comfort, yet found some classmates calling me "hippy" by name though other tormentors among them hurled expletive laced offensive insults even ethnic slurs much less tame. Absolute zero anti-bullying laws prevailed ahoy when reasonably rhyming poet just a little...

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M, "If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around, does it still make a sound?" the sound akin a honey bee guarding her hive alive with tiny wings not letting not forgetting anyone shan't slip on by the dance floors tapped mouths taped trapped together as shuffles brush the polish illuminating off the dwellings of her naked floor resound praise a knock upon the door echoes chambers on knee begetting soul deepened in...

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Went a shrewd shaver t' moaning monk ñ a dark day's hurled hay tactic ton. ''f felon feast b' a callous cod thrown, sate h', robed 'n gaunt grief, girdle ''f gloom 'n' throe. "Go to, why wrapped in throbbing thoughts? Why thy instinct with jeff joy fought? Anon come a nocturnal nymph t' bruise his breath - gullible gores t'...

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M, Her eyes see through me past my musk barrel chest toasted and aged spawned from ambers of grain into makings of a soul marked by the slit of her knife blood trailed into oblivion seducing death at the foot of my heart black and burnt begging to be let out it lies but doesn't lie as chambers call for her truth she sees through me and I see...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXII - LXIII LXII If ever I had a country with streets under graffiti And if ever I were the Minister of Transport who travels about for free I'd give a free ride to the Minister of Justice Home Secretary and the Chief Executice - yes, all three To this township run by...

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Sometimes(now) I dislike (hate) indecision many fates //now//spill horrified goldfish meeting air/myopic eyes; live cataract-like but still & now I unlike that Inde-CISION cuts me through the ghost-bone :: ~ ::...

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