as circumspect
the cliche world
of expletives
& censorship,
no less to dare,
an attitude
of grace escapes
to solitude
& there resumes
a litheness lent
in deference
an ambience,
the silences
to acquiesce
Poetry
as circumspect
the cliche world
of expletives
& censorship,
no less to dare,
an attitude
of grace escapes
to solitude
& there resumes
a litheness lent
in deference
an ambience,
the silences
to acquiesce
Fairly won and beautiful. particularly the last half, though without the first to set it up–well hell–it would still e exquisite. I genuflect before your art.>KB
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I have always called you Sir, sirrah…
there is a vacancy in the estates;
would Earl of Soap suit your taste?
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It hath a heavenly ringeth!
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Sure enough, if you’re blowing bubbles through smoke-rings,
in a bell cap. But please, do that outside, nuncle.
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Anon, no nuncle here. I am aknave, an eater of broken meats, a scoundral’s son…
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Keeper of Porkaloose! Thane of Invertebrae ‘&’ Pigs’Flie!
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kiss kiss … i luv profuse profundity. but such is —
holding court, j? didn’t think a throne could fit on the meditation-ceiling …
(the piece is nice, btw. silence the option often overlooked)
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Well, kisses, too…but you know it’s ‘flu season;
and you may have the crown. Trade you for a bowl
of soup and two pistols, and I’ll be off a pauper’s
road…if you stay, bolt the door.
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