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it's the management
here to inform you
your lust has been hacked
we know what your thinking
what you hide
we are all up in your business
like cyber terrorist's
When God created
The beauty He
Created the bird,
The grass,
And the tree,
He created the
Colorful mountain,
The sublime ocean,
and the sea,
He put
The twinkling star
In the darkest night,
And the golden sun
To warm the heart,
And He created
Thee
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When God created
The beauty He
Created the
nightingale chanting
for free
He created
An ocean
Churning with emotion
The dreampsalm echoed from her,
the monosyllabic moon fugue
of chilled prayer at noontide
Eloping moons burnt with the petition's
intent, and the village dance of wendigoes
with cinder eyes of globed moons,
serrated in black. Her bruised gaze
of star matter littering the trail
with abalone moon boughs. Her
vanilla starfish wig, and the brush
of her spider hands in a pilot's glove
filled with fumes from the Bermuda Triangle.
In the shadows lurks a desire
to seek the naked truth
of free spirit.
Stepping out it's energized
to dwell in the cosmos
for ever after.
Her hair hangs to her waist
Showing she has taste
Her smile is like a thousand roses
Which would make many posies
A princess and a mother
Like many others
Such is our Duchess Katherine
Romance with cold
WELCOME TO THE COLDEST REGION IN WINTER 2018
Temperature here
is only
minus 11 degrees Celsius
today
but feels
like minus 20 degrees
with wind-chill
welcome to experience it
come along
you will have coffee with me
cold still cappuccino
for 3 dollars only
Iced
not in snow
but fridge
Lovedly
welcomes the poet fraternity
at twenty minutes past midnight
to feel the minus
30 chill
in stark darkness
I have only twenty minutes to complete this task
Have you noticed the days are longer at last?
I was only thinking of what to do for you here
This has left me in a right stew, of what to do
Now the muses circle around, me they confound,
I gave them up many years ago as age crept in
You see I can’t remember what they are
Still I hear poets say they lost theirs today
masturbation
cleared from ex- communication
why are you faking
through crimsome torches that flame from within
reflect upon what's been happening
JVH
too afraid to comunication
lovers out of date
through a prymid in site
close tender hearts in disgust
will with whom we shall trust
my eyes
tongues of desire
a soft gauze
upon drenched red silk
stigmata
a river of marrow
flower of blood
creel of moist honey
hold not yourself apart
I kiss your wound
bell moon
crescent ravine, dark tears
like a spay of stars
LIVE A DAY A TIME
Today I recalled
the fresh born
new morn
the sunset last evening
and said goodbye
another day was born
no, not tomorrow
but another day, as today
many birds chirped
colourful butterflies
danced and tripped
the wind blew and threatened too
Another tsunami
O God from you
He smiled and said hold it
Friends let me see my diary
No not yet likely
I come when you newer guys
tend to forget me