Closing my eyes I pull the lever
With little much ado.
Turning the head of any cynical non-believer
Of this magical, misty hue.
Droplets land like paratroopers
Scattered from the sky
The ultimate odorous partypoopers -
The Nasals ally.
They capture and detain
Attempting to entrench
Inflicting no pain but plenty of strain
Rupturing the spleen of stench.
All of the sudden the pleasant aroma of must,
Of pets, of winds a-breaking
Vanish without a trace by the airy eerie dust
Of Fabreze Spring Awakening!
The shivered ,broken
stream spills over a hued
dreamfulness.
The scarlet woven
carnation is beautified
with a shining diamond.
The enriched rainbow is a redolent,
odorous rose.
The unerring, genuine
chrysanthemum like
a dreamful sun.
The jewellike, gemmed greenery
radiates from a sublime
fervent sunflower.
God's grace, an odorous cherish,
unending gaze at
infinite Spring.
Of a foaminess hung
Rose-round, odorous
Or what, ivy-musty, a sturdy
Held up ruin pose as
No grander is one led
Nor quite as gracious
Up paths, though rough, to doors, though warped
Than neath one's bricked mass.
The melodious, deafening thunder
growling like an aromatic scenery
The valiant, glittering,
rill glistening in a bright, luminous
forest
Redolent, odorous radiance
beautifies the runlet of
felicity.
God's unparalleled dream is the prevalent , odorous peace
lasting beauty is the suspired, odorous spring like the winged brook..
I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets,
Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta.
I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —!
A plague that humbled one and all —
Troglodytes we!
love is like ... an odorous morn, which floods our soul
The forested , odorous moonlight
is bedecked with an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored, mazy
track from the fettered,
chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous mirror.
the glittering dreams
sparkle like an oracular,
, eventide
Kissing the ideal,
heterogeneous rill
I feel an unwavering
felicity.....
The waned brook shines
like the vanity of earthy
emptiness.
The forested ,odorous
moonlight
causing me an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored , mazy track
from the fettered, chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous
mirror.
The glittering dreams
sparkle like the eclectic,
oracular eventide
Odorous Wright’ing
The Poet Who Wasn’t
Tom “Miracle Man” Wright
3/5/2025
Some write to live,
others live to write.
I’ve little to give,
that might delight.
Thoughts that come,
quickly disappear.
But I have some,
which I hold dear.
When finally in ink,
thoughts quickly die.
Sometimes they stink,
that must be why?
your sandpaper hands climbing up the bark
peeling layers away revealing a spark
it wears out as quickly as it came
for you can’t have anyone know your true name
painted over and over until brand new
a veil for each one until you bid adieu
under it you are melting, an odorous mistake
only you wish it could be a prank
a lonesome world for those who bid harm
treating each woman like they are a farm
break them down and ravage with an axe
oh that won’t do, there isn’t a pass
Forsooth and forlorn ferocious I fried,
Before Bibawhack, my baboon bastard's bride.
To teachy thee a truth, Ye took And Ye tried…
On yon odorous oxters [as the ocean tide.]
Guarengriddle Green, elope, elope. Makes watery- eyed.
So send it soft, send it soon, spittle spot, easily spied.
Him and she, Her and He hurtle and hide…
Disenchanted, disabused, deceased I died.
in beautiful lavender field
we had met with love tender
so cool moon waxing
we love lovers' aroma
odorous dance took the place
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