Bunch of shit, it...
wish I could quit it
Sucking in wind, it...
try to unhit it
Burning all round, it...
find what is lit, it.
Bitterness fills it...
trying to spit it.
Greediness grabs it...
wanting to split it.
Stealing from time, it...
the law is writ it.
Writhing in pain, it…
teeth on the bit, it.
Coming apart, it...
build up the kit, it.
A dam atom it…
add em to fit it.
Thank you for teading liking and commenting.
Don, the true fruit of art is never low hanging but must be climbed for as though one were seeking a rainbow in a cloud.
Metaphysically,
A.
Balls and a bunch of deep shit here
It is Adam, but gave me joy
However could find no poet's fruit here
Needed OJ to wash 'way the cloy
Gosh Don your comment is shitty
(Bit like the poem above)
Mae's in a state of ecstatics
I think you should just be got rid of ?
Wow! Radical! Melikes! Bold and intriguing! Excellent job! Kudos Adam! ?
Mae
Mysticism, eroticism, and karaokeism all are referenced in this latest homage to it. Here the poet brings it all to fruition while simultaneously holding it sacred.
Balls, I'm tired but I do hope you enjoy reading it.?
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Devon Brock
Fri 30th Aug 2019 15:22
Adam,
I agree with Mae - this is a radical twist on the Ghazal form. I am shocked and delighted by the departure for the usual longer couplets. Well presented you rebel!
D