Poem -
6s and 7s
Like 2 Pin it 0When shall be our time
That the meteor come
Here we are the people
In the fields of Mercy
Hiding under rocks
Scared for the heavens
Light over the earth
Fire in the sky
?
That which is nigh
For the total sum
The church and the steeple
As the red fury
God knocks
Upon 6s and 7s
The day of birth
Has it all been a lie, for
That which is nigh
?
These people
.... through the streets concrete
Is it not time for the end
Where are you finality
Where is the end
I am calling into the hollow space
Come, come death
Choke
Swallow
Consume with fire
That which is nigh
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hello, Mercurial and Amazing Poet of the House of Masters, thy golden pens' ink has once more left my soul in tatters, fearing the sirens of midnight... crashing down the white picketed fences of my hopes and delicate pastel colored dreams....poet, does it bring thee 'joy' to cast stones on my dinner plans; not yet a forth-night hence? O, I see the melting of mine flesh in vision, a madman, a tyrant commanding the dogs of hell to feast on my balls....why has thine imagination unleashed this nightmarish scenario upon the congregation? Dear, Mercurial and Amazing Poet of the House of Masters, I kinda sorta agree with sis Cherie, no need to fear the whims of man....you've outdone yourself Dearest poet, my hand trembles...we must, dear brother pacify our fears with much libations, while the sun yet shines upon the living....I raise my virtual glass of Pinot Noir, till the day we meet and fill our bellies....hugs, may your days be filled with much creativity and micro-bikinis galore....loving your nightmarish, yet tender quill...all stars and 'likes' forever
'Where is the end
I am calling into the hollow space
Come, come death
Choke
Swallow
Consume with fire
That which is nigh'
Did you say microbikini!
This is the most wonderful invention after
the discovery of penicillin!!
I am not responsible for my poetry
I am just the writer;
how is life in your wood of the necks.
Come by Jai:)
I am well enough, good friend and 'yes' I try my best to include the 'gilded' word 'micro-bikini' in every comment I make on your most glorious offerings....I just took a sleep ease pill and just wrote a poem about poets, will post tomorrow; the good lawd willin and the creek don rize....cheers pal, off to la la land, behave, lol!
I will look at your poem soon after the beach today as very hot still here: there may be bikini ? I let you know:)
Dramatic write indeed !
One to really get you unsettled.
Warmest wishes as always ! :)
Take care.
phenomenal ink Sir Jai!
XX Lisa