Upon this Night where my Feelings soaked late
I took the Charmer to mix his Best Brew
Then by his Good Stamps breathed out my Good State
And cleaned my Pages for Verses renew
Fancy how the French and Magician meet
To conjure this Milestone we call a Store
From a Savvie's Sip - to a Mystic's Beat
And blow this Spell for us to come for more
Not that Everyday's a Fair-Feathered Wand
Or Tomes which avid Legerdemains seek
But that same Old Brew - made New by his Hand
And channelled the Mist which makes it Unique.
Breathe those Spirits - to where Hip Youngsters go
I toast my Cup - to that Song playing now.

Nary a Pence or a Finger across
Shall breach your Fine Dogs to communicate
Even your Frog - with its Webbed Feet emboss
Finds it easy your Dives to replicate
That which - if analysed - makes you Mundane
Par-Level with those admit to Conceit
Yet - breathe deeper - such Act parleys to Bane
Browning our Hearts to this needed Deceit
Sighs! Either whose Mouth this Meaning depend
Be the Cockhold Male or Gorgeous Female
We all could guess - whose Tweet you will re-send,
Whose Days would Season or whose Hours go Stale.
Fancy this Talent, shall Mercy redeem
Spread your Neighbourhood; And all that it seems.

Poets, as per Priests, by Charity thrive
Yet rake the Best Features for their intent
Divers, as per Dames, by Fashion's revive
Draw the Choicest Models for their content
You see? How common their Modes do vary
Which fulfill my Teacher's Will to Connect
Where - make abode - Purple's Pimpled Folly
And slip each other's Secrets in retrospect
There is an Answer; Which one Theory hides
But through the same Dame's kiss endorse a Hint
First - pump her softly - careful! She subsides
And leave your Buds more than a Taste of Mint.
So, a Poet are you; Your Flesh the Words
A Diver am I; My *** for the Birds.

To move in Reflex, as Earth and Air kiss
Sport Water to fare that Steel Jungle cool
And stunningly Ritual; One I dare miss
Bid the Twinkle-Toes and harped like a Fool
Fools. So saturated yet most reserved
That a Semaphore my Loose Restraints such
To feature my Craft; Though Elements conserved
And leave you Two free to hone your fine lot
Figures. That Speech slumber by your instinct
Yet left me asking which Equation true
Amongst your limbs - flip Angles by distinct
Then shaped the Art and Miracle as you.
Quite expected, though not in such Degree
With her in-waiting, as I chop a Tree.

The Flower-Artist-King, hail you Sweet Divine!
A Shining Sample of Twin Blessings both
Cast on! Draw on! The Magic on this Pine
Surpass the Light's Creation from the North
Did by chance a Mum called Talent gave birth
And merged the Renaissance by accident?
If so, cast the Fates to string your Spring's Mirth
And weave these White Pages by incident
Listen, dear Art! And adopt a New Name
To which those in Potent Pens inspire
All you equalled be Great; Since Greatness came
To carry the Human in us transpire.
Fortune signs your Pen; And the Stars reply
On your Deserve; Such Branded Name does fly.

If the White-Washed Tomb our Saviour condemns
Would soil my Beatitudes for your Pleasure
A True Friend I'd Fail. Though your Sense indemns,
Spread by some Hippies who plead my Censure
Fine. Be it so for the Loony I am
Though to Toxic Increments you may succumb
Which, praying deeply, prevent this love enhance
Then flow to where your Best Graces become
There are Fishes, after all, for you to feast
Since your Face hooked as Bait will consider
Which an Episode be careless at least
And leave your Bones nipping one another.
Honestly so, these Words I do evade
Which porns my Intent; And brands me a *****.

Enduring Heart, bid his Cornerstone's Love
Whose Sole Decanter seeps too much Aplomb:
That Doctors and Reasons free that Ripe Dove;
That Prayers and Poems ache Answers a-new;
That Best Decrees part ways for Millions served;
That Kindred Strings knot Corsettes for his adjust;
That (Folly-Wheels) back-tate for Stones conserved;
That Mum's Potions drink to refresh his Bust;
That Selfish Managers wound his Tunes break;
That Prime Economy funds his Flesh request;
That Primmed Choices spell Finesse in his Make;
That Pampered Soldiers spear those Bugs to rest.
Reasoning Mind, bid his Thunderstone's Tame
Whose Blunt Recorder struck Ashes again.

This Time. Now. Where the Monuments will speak
The Prince of the North cheers the Dame on her Guild
That at last would their worth-bound Souls will keep
Fifty-Starred Trials wipe this Cankerous Field
Happy beseech, clime this Eloquent News
Her Skill with Striped Sorority will merge
Towards append - prim Victory ensue
Then their braised party for Red Cups will splurge
For now. The Board. Make focus on her Craft
Point the Latin Consulate with reprieve
Evermore. Support. Bless this penchant Draft
Pawn bets by Prayers; As what you believe.
So the Dove perches. Its beak drops a Pence
Which slots your Alarm; Then improves you hence.

Mum or Mom, whichever Title you wear
Clip this Gold Pin and wear it on your Dress
With them - and Daughter - such Healthy Pride bear
These Fortunes accord; And Grace you impress
I mean this oft; Though my ID's betrayed
Consort this Red Skull despite tamed intent
Yet base-lined reprieve of these Thoughts relayed
If Hearts and Souls live in perfect content
My only word - Truth - that these Two connect
For helpless am I stung to Daughter's Fair
In her own Best - fly Forms at dive and beck;
Her Prince - down below - sport Pillars in her care.
Watch that Board. That One asking you to Sing
That Torch heating her Stars; And made her King.