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Guill Joseph Poem
Polar cubs braced upon their mother bear
Like little children
Seeking your hugging wings.
Frozen branches
Wore emerald and crystals
As sparkling as fair jewelry of your inner grace.
Your silver sympathy dressed a sky of cotton clouds
Playing flutes of icy wind and snowflake
Under plentitudes of penguins, which crossed snow
That sweetly swelled like your fruits.
Then some glacier parted into two,
By the wide warmth of your queen exploration
Releasing timid ice around men's hearts.
And from cold waters
Awoke a large furry wolf
That soon stalked your innocent soul
Who shook the sheet, of sleet,
With your harmonious heat.
But your harmless hands petted his great head
Until it found its home upon your guiltless lap.
Copyright © Guill Joseph | Year Posted 2016
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Guill Joseph Poem
Your nature is a painting that gives birth to each warm hue.
My nightingales are free among your clouds and skies.
Your sweet soul and my brother: I live only for these two.
And thoughts of your kind kiss, no earthly thing defies.
I have grown to be a spearman
Of your right hand, noblewoman.
Wife or maiden; your grace will gain my servitude
Because your understanding warmth's a rose skirt
Of soft and chaste loving that I couldn't hurt,
Where beasts yearn to give your heart due gratitude.
Copyright © Guill Joseph | Year Posted 2016
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