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Crystal Gibson Poem
In a joyous praise of Spring’s embrace
Comes a glorious, punctilious, Victorian ara
With clothes of Cotton, satin, and lace
to make our appearances look bright and fair.
All that the sun shining ever brightly could give;
I give unto you in joyous merriment today,
gaiety for these festivities that will bring new life
to the comforts of friendship, and as one I say.
with nothing more in my presence to entertain my guests.
I, a host to thee, shall leave you to the spendor awaiting
And so. Prepare the goose, the duck, and all.
Leaving nay work for thee, so begone with thee, to rest.
To linger on and above, the mansion balcony so high
overlooking the garden of colourful variety below
Violins awaite to play for you in sweet, classical repose
An’ so doth the waiters and the dancers, so get up and go!
In a blazing fireplace within the house doth smell
Ever so opulent, the ambrosia in a meat smoked haze.
Laughter that sought all the company of joy is here
within the maturity of styles for all to look upon and gaze.
Never shalt within a future I let thee forget, this moment.
Seldom, if any at all, come together like so.
But like so, shall forever I await for thee with banquets of scented joy
Bliss in the shape of laughter, liveliness in the shape of power.
Copyright © Crystal Gibson | Year Posted 2017
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Crystal Gibson Poem
What words laid yonder way?
that stirred my passion’s embrace
yet no words have come since then
no tears of emotion came, and came forth nay trace.
What thoughts laid in waiting
that morn by the dawn's early rays?
that cursed my mind’s attention
and left my soul in a phase.
is this not a simple question
yet no answer is given nor defin’ d
by any moment of expression lest
there within them, strangers find no purpose or meaning to be.
what hast thou given unto me
that possess me at strange times?
no noise comes passed my wordy mouth
no words to fit into certain rhymes
Yet I would find a way to write them down
and as with gloriousness during so I aggressed
Until the pages were full, all words that brought
joyous reprisal. Soon and final I was possessed
Like a devil taking any words in greed,
To ask for them from me would anger me so
until then had I only words, and sense
that equals a rabid animal, human I am. No
How dare yea
For who are you by my tongue
who keeps me from inspiration
and why the sudden care to take
me from, a poet’s writing temptation
Which you hast now taken from me
they words aspire me to do greater things
so well, they defined me. not inspired me
My admission was of vegrance against thee
so and so I hated thee for taking thy gift
who has seen the tide of laugher
weaving throughout my brain
that all evil in sudden awakening has ended
beginning its tumultuous escapade
still I speak with an open mind awaiting
something great, the gift from you
you so dearly taken from me, you’d give to me
you gave to me so many years ago.
Copyright © Crystal Gibson | Year Posted 2017
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