Short Breast Fed Poems

not to go
where angels fear to tread

hatred is hatred
even if

it's given breast fed....

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On and on, the memorial counting
Upon your epitaph in our looking

We know your womb formed missions
Your back carried visions
And your breast fed nations 

Dear mother, even though short
Your passage’s engraved on the earth....

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Boys or girls matters not
Birth is a divine gift.
Blissful in every way,
Blessed by their parent's love,
Breast fed garners good health.
Beaming faces bless us...
Bringing us happiness.


8-15-16
Pleiades B Sponsor Kim Merryman...

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What if it were only seven?
Or five?
Are the rules so strict in heaven?
Alive
sparked with energetic jive
tradition grooved in breast-fed mood
believing not that bucks are food
can cause a soul to wonder.
The soul pursues that which is good
and doesn't peacock squander.

~~~~~~~~~

Workin' on it...

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FATE


Conceived was I in the vastness of infinite
Time,
Developed in the womb of never dying
Cosmos,
Born under the watchful eyes of the vault 
Of heavens, 
Breast-fed by destiny’s inescapable
Commands
And
Nurtured by the laws of unyielding   
Providence, 

Thus  

The unswerving path of fate, now, obediently to 
Follow I have! 



 © Demetrios Trifiatis
   06 NOVEMBER 2013...

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Milk sacks here,
Milk sacks there,
Milk sacks now
Are everywhere.
Milk sacks right,
Milk sacks left,
Be they big,
Or be they small,
Heaven knows
I’ve seen them all
When on the streets
They point at me
And seem to hate
Their cotton shields.
Free lactose for all alive!
Oh my! How very kind.
Here is some bread,
Who’s got a cup?
I’ll have a squeeze
To go with those.
Someone please
Clear the crowded streets
Before we all get breast-fed!...

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Feign dressed and superciliously arrayed 
Grudgingly part of this grotesque parade

Want to obliterate this consummation
Do not want to have a confrontation  

Breast fed by conformity 
Only digesting obscurity 

Need the God of my salvation
Rescue from sin and its degradation 

Thank you Lord for who you have provided
Pray we may never more be divided

What God above has blessed
Differs greatly from the rest

Bless now our Endeavour 
As we await the coming hour...

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                 Top what hern exposed
                 top that swollen mound
                              Top
                        Her mamma
                          mine eyne
                    unto hern excited
                   bulbous mammillae

                        Mine anxious
                              eyne
                        duke's digits
                             Mine
                              lips

                              tap...

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