For you do carry fluid centuries within and a lofty hubris of unique translucent light.
Amber. My amber, mine
And I.
I your rainbow; of a blue weeping rain; of an orchid tormented heart.
Always showing my colors, my true confounded love.
Amber. Sweet, precious amber. You made you mine.
And now softly meet, To your north, the hopeful green, of Africa and to the south, the relentless red of Mars
Now you can’t run And I can’t hide, and We shan’t worry.
So when minions think they see what this is about; And voraciously seek, the uninformed inquisition of the pseudo-played scrabbles…
Let them simply succumb to our beauty
Dear bloody summer enchanted Amber
I am your known letter You are my one Amber/droplet/ mirror And you can do but little, about it
My dear Amber, mine Sit and relax
This is for the sake of all fake-involved Even for the insatiable beggars that shall perish by their own crude word
Thee who wish and never tasted the sweet love of your pragmatic eyes.
I love you as the last generous act of humankind I adore the savage dragon/wind you do The fresh tartness of having you, for a minute
So retire to your cave, bland anonymous writer Crude and un-insightful shadow dweller Go do some Piz at your own discretion if your dull brain can handle that
But never, never again Show your Paleolithic feet Attempting a strut On royal grown again
At the risk of being, by majestic pleasure, swiftly relieved of your abominable pain.
Anti-anonymous: Thank you for the poem. I totally like it. Seriosly... when are you gonna publish your work? Lately, you are writing really good. Kisses.
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Amber. You.
The past tree’s past;
the eyes
of the dragonfly.
More than
a precious stone.
For you do carry
fluid centuries within and
a lofty hubris
of unique translucent light.
Amber.
My amber, mine
And I.
I your rainbow;
of a blue weeping rain;
of an orchid tormented heart.
Always showing my colors,
my true confounded love.
Amber.
Sweet, precious amber.
You made you mine.
And now softly meet,
To your north, the hopeful green, of Africa
and to the south, the relentless red of Mars
Now you can’t run
And I can’t hide, and
We shan’t worry.
So when minions think they see what this is about;
And voraciously seek,
the uninformed inquisition
of the pseudo-played scrabbles…
Let them simply succumb to our beauty
Dear bloody
summer enchanted Amber
I am your known letter
You are my one Amber/droplet/ mirror
And you can do but little, about it
My dear Amber, mine
Sit
and relax
This is
for the sake of all fake-involved
Even for the insatiable beggars
that shall perish by their own crude word
Thee who wish
and never tasted the sweet love of your pragmatic eyes.
I love you as the last generous act of humankind
I adore the savage dragon/wind you do
The fresh tartness of having you, for a minute
So retire to your cave, bland anonymous writer
Crude and un-insightful shadow dweller
Go do some Piz at your own discretion
if your dull brain can handle that
But never, never again
Show your Paleolithic feet
Attempting a strut
On royal grown again
At the risk of being,
by majestic pleasure,
swiftly relieved
of your abominable pain.
Anti-anonymous: Thank you for the poem. I totally like it. Seriosly... when are you gonna publish your work? Lately, you are writing really good.
Kisses.
ALAS!
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