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something twas awry with the piper's flute
a most inconsistent rhyme it did oft play
twas very much like an out of tune lute

he thought his flute twas cleverly cute
but a listener did detect its disarray
something was awry with the piper's flute

of the tune's sound the listener did mute
as it bought to the ear such dismay
he thought his flute twas cleverly cute

those discordant notes you can refute  
they've a rather off putting sort of splay
something twas awry with the piper's flute

at all times hearing must be acute
for the bearer of the instrument may stray
he thought his flute twas cleverly cute

whence tones don't uniformly salute
there's a cacophony in the aural bay
something twas awry with the piper's flute
twas very much like an out of tune lute
Her pink bud did enrapture his gaze
The everything about her did amaze
Within him she did wake robust ardency
Nothing quelled the resolve of his desire
The sight of her instigated a fire
To be in steamy rapport twas his wish
How he hungered to taste of her dish
Captivating twas the rose's potency
Her comeliness did verily pleasure
His every thought taken by her treasure
Night came that time to imagine and dream
Whereupon his being could meld with her
Neath the lunar spell his mind did meander
Twining in her petiole's sultry stream
A picture of a Pink Rose prompted this write...
the tzars are holding court
at a particular place
and they love to be in possession
of this most important space

quite a few are bowing down
to these narcissists most grand
they've become adept at gaining
a higher perch in the stand

no doubt the blue bloods
can sway those who wish to ascend
they are at this self serving practice
long after the day is at end

the tzars egos must be fed
it sustains them so perfectly
by the ones who wish to
obtain a top position so ardently
a heavy cape of mist
hung over the rolling hills
the air twas replete
with the frostiness of winter's chills

all of the countryside
wrapped in a trembling shiver
even the rabbits and foxes
did repeatedly quiver

the setting in of the season
of protracted cold
freezing paws did clutch
with an uncharitable hold

all portions of the landscape
dead of state
the naked boughs of the trees
hung their heads in lowly gait

into a morass of tundra
which wasn't pleasantly nice
all would lay encased
in a gelid block of ice

a frozen solid mass
prevailed for a long spell
the New England region
devoid of the warming summer's knell
 Nov 2014 Gladys P
betterdays
time
and time
again

i awake
my soul
surprised
by the
blessings
in my life

somewhere
sometime
i must have
done something

exceptionally
wonderful
because

karma
gave
me

you..
­
and
the little
boy god

and
all the other
multitudinal
bits of
good stuff

that
make me
smile

each
and
every
day
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