tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22409306.post3192942155116643968..comments2023-11-03T10:27:39.635+02:00Comments on Imperfect Poetry: Definition of identityKojo Baffoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472205690649165945noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22409306.post-76401545738497115282008-03-13T08:39:00.000+02:002008-03-13T08:39:00.000+02:00so tru so tru... am so sick of conforming to an in...so tru so tru... am so sick of conforming to an individual's percerption of sanity. i was born to live. i am saddened by the sobriety of youth. cum now: live, laugh & write...Wawahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11490724970803409073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22409306.post-19200342858896983712007-11-27T09:26:00.000+02:002007-11-27T09:26:00.000+02:00Just a Thought AntoinnettePanoramic glittering of ...Just a Thought Antoinnette<BR/><BR/>Panoramic glittering of gold dust yonder in green meadows<BR/>Paradise, YES,<BR/>Endless kaleidoscope of spring splendour<BR/>Only fairies liveth in thy beauty<BR/>My eyes lock, homing towards the fairly of them all<BR/>Zeroing on the best perfect of perfections, gold dust, perhaps a diamond<BR/>Seen only by the blurry image of summer nights, a meteor shower for fireworks <BR/>Wake up I will not, till the zenith of time. Die not my fairly charm, light my spirit <BR/>Touch not, my fragile Indra Swallotail.<BR/>Oh Yes, I can touch, Wings curves of flowing locks, bare ebony bosom on a silk skin <BR/>Oh chastely a twill of divine tweed. Drink thee from the nipples blossom<BR/>Then, can't beseech thee, can't Love thee. My heart a gazillions pieces.<BR/>Heart Broken by the courtesan trollop strumpet. I seek thee your strength my fairly angel<BR/>Sundown will teach I to Love thee.eloquence of expressionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03314684071607516923noreply@blogger.com