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Now B Begone
As I was being born, B, you took your first breath
Bringing me benevolence in the struggle to believe
The truth that my mother’s breast would feed me
With blisses I had never imagined before breathing
Soon, your brilliant wonders were boosting my ideas
With hopes for the bright lights to warm a broken heart
Inspire my budding blooms to rise to the surface of filth
That burned with botanical dreams which the rain baths
Whispering grace into the face of breathless poetic ideas
Birds in hues of azure and butterscotch fondling bosoms
With songs both bountiful and blessed by the beauty
Bared through beginnings both brave and blemished
Butterflies murmur of ideas so breathtaking and bewildering
As they dance, boasting of all their brilliance, beckoning
For moments of purity and blossoming delights, insights
Discovered in the brush of wings, touching gently – b’s
Bees caress the blossoms with their bare wings diving down
Circling at breakneck speeds, whizzing across enemy borders
With essences of honesty so shrewd, bitterness melts away
And brand-new beeswax is breached, breaking through thoughts
Buttercups awake to sing to blue skies of the rains
Who will be welcomed to blame weaknesses on yesterday
When battlefields and boulevards were booming
Breaking hearts and homes with brave thoughts
Needless to say, B, you’ve been the breath of fresh air
That has brought bold brothers to believe in each other
Painted the brokenness with blazing bright undertones
Breathes of serenity unfolding to bring bright blessings
B, you’ve been a true and faithful friend to me who believes
In your bright, breaking brilliance rising across blue skies
And leaving the beating of a bemused, bloodthirsty believer
To bring hearts the encouragement needed to their beloved
Now, B, begone!
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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