Xlvii Poems - Poems about Xlvii

Rodin so expresive tactile & creative in The Old Courtesan* en plein air his 'intense truth' laid ' bare'...

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*Reserata Carcerem XLVII* Whilom, sate taunted tortoise b' brook; hoist'd hunger 'n haughty hoofs trod th' nooks smothered stomach wrought foiled furrow - sumptuous severity 'n grace glowed. Thereupon eerie eyes espied; bounty bowl ñ tide with salient sigh. Apt acumen whispered t' him th' draw; rustic rage rent b' pored passion's call. Sewn strife b' haughty hurls was sore licked, 'n' wished h' th'...

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London, I can taste the cherries rich red ripe aching for a predictive bite savoured with much more than spice warm mouths connect and erect in communion in faith consuming the richness of fate but alas It is too far off my patience reclines supine my breath wafts through the air enplaned upon your scent chained to your walls forbade to move at all but I must musk mystifies the wild the deep the...

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From F to A, Stale a begotten breeze life begs and begins her drain of time pile upon pile unfiltered polluting the helpless bog weeds, weeding out the weeds chocking out our roots as we bend to the bust in the hurt release release of the pain perpetrated and stolen inside our dignity derailed upon our destiny ticketed on a train straight to hell that is not our...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVII - Tongue Twisters If you want to « have » your cake and « eat » it at one and the same time, simple enough, just split it into two equal parts like an isosceles triangle into two right-angle triangles; then « eat » (take a bite) at one half first, then «...

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IF ever I had a country : XLVI - XLVII XLVI IF ever I had in Andromeda a country And if ever by rights I were the Chief Collision-Conglomerate Six-Star Plenipotentiary I'd moot and execute a permanent plan for the establishment of a concentration camp penitentiary For all the Milky Way terrestrial chieftain priests and leaders of the twenty-twenty-first century During...

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Swings pendulate swells and spills mending then breaking still, the salt stings Your moon clings to my window and stares...

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As the Earth revolves around its dear Sun So, too, do I revolve around my verse I understand not why the only one Who dares to read it wants to reimburse What they previously put in their purse As all that matters is easily found In here, unless they wished to find my curse Marvelous mutterings make their own sound Upon the frostbitten,...

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