Truthfulness is a pure arT
Renders blunt when alteR
Uniting all chosen as lieU
To bless the inclined faulT
Hosting all one, all througH
Forever ties openness stifF
Untiringly glad of its burN
Lessening to faults heaL
National city of the mooN
Eagerly grows off blamE
Stock a beauty muse seekS
Such on earth is not a misS
Tell a lie and stunT
Read the lines reD
Use no drug for flU
Treats life a peT
Hang on the tougH
Flee far all flufF
Until facts become ioU
Lasting so tilL
No fear has its turN
Ells beauty's enginE
Sorting blunt kisS
Silence the likes of JudaS
Truthfulness is a pure arT
Renders blunt when alteR
Uniting all chosen as lieU
To bless the inclined faulT
Hosting all one, all througH
Forever ties openness stifF
Untiringly glad of its burN
Lessening to faults heaL
National city of the mooN
Eagerly grows off blamE
Stock a beauty muse seekS
Such on earth is not a misS
Tell a lie and stunT
Read the lines reD
Use no drug for flU
Treats life a peT
Hang on the tougH
Flee far all flufF
Until facts become ioU
Lasting so tilL
No fear has its turN
Ells beauty's enginE
Sorting blunt kisS
Silence the likes of JudaS
There's a time to run, a time to rest
A time to take stock, a time to reflect
A time to forgive, a time to forget
A time to beget, a time to reset
A time to surrender, a time to fold
A time to be brave, a time to be bold
A time to speak up, a time to be still
A Time Immemorial ~ to do His Will
You need correction, tired of your insurrection,
perhaps you missed out on decent distribution,
however, all is not lost, give you one more chance,
you'll know it's time when I give you a disparaging glance.
A disarming smile can make you run a mile,
make you pause, reflect within, take stock a while;
there's enough to deal with, harassment, sexual pests,
why is it that some men are obsessed with breasts?
The Mona Lisa destroyed everything you had to say,
there was no reply, digging for reprieve from yesterday;
agrreement would be astonishing instead of admonishing,
I'm hoping you'll realize that there's something missing.
'Let me take you, let me take you to the dance,'
you'll know it's time when I give you one more chance.
It is a Sunday morning in spring the bright sun shines in Bethnal-green,
Wander along a path between the church, the railway towards Whitechapel,
For one day there are beautiful flowering gardens thrown open to anybody
And at their gates there are beautiful plants and flower-roots for sale.
There is every flower imaginable radiant under the English morning sun,
Old flowers to take you back childhood and your grandparents childhood,
There are lads loves, sweet williams, daisies, pinks to warm your heart,
Wallflowers, polyanthuses, thrifts, tufts of sweet-peas, with daisies
Tufts of larkspurs, violets with columbines all for sale at one penny,
For one penny the poor can stock a small plot by a door, or corner tub,
Or it could be a pot in the window, where these poor plants will fade,
Under the admiring eyes of those who are older and fading themselves.
Out of the alleys and courts and unknown streets many people come to see,
And those pale and sickly weavers are streaming along to feast their eyes,
Different from stenches and factory grime, miserable times over the years,
magical, beautiful and delicate, for a moment their grim lives forgotten.
A certificate of deposit love's purchase to prepare
Penning love's earnest with liberal flare
Inscribing title and documenting deed no meager fare
Tapping into literary vault of esteemed relics your assets to pare
Initiating votive contract no trite chare
For with your appreciating qualities can none compare
Each cuddly rhyme; each sentimental stare
Bonds my pen; binds our charming affair
Each bartered simile your value lays bare
Every metonymic expression love's affadavit will swear
Each titilating allusion; a lien your affections to ensnare
Each pawned metaphor our liabilities will pair
Every allegorical kiss my life's lease will square
Every affable alliteration increases your stock a share
My hyperbolic soliloquy your dividend will declare
My epilogue tendered, 'my devotion exchanged for your care'
Hamsters - rats - gerbils - mice
Small in size - small in price
Rabbits - rabbits - everywhere
Get one free - buy a pair
Goldfish - last few - end of line
Cats with a life still of nine
Guinea pigs - once around
One and five - now a pound
Tortoises - terrapins
Reaching shelf life - bargain bins
Budgerigars - going cheap
Parrot - not dead - just asleep
Lizard - still has mighty roar
Very old stock - a dinosaur
By what magic did the carver use?
Did he shave and chisel you from wax?
Did he chop and hammer you from wood?
You with your never ending rein
you stand calm and serene
your bountiful face brilliant yellow
with scalloped petals and clustered seeds.
You who greet the mornings and pray to the night
your mighty stock a deep-green with
downy that hugs away the cold
what was used to bring you to life?
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