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David Hilburn Jan 22
Awe, sweeter vestige
Few's care at home:
Hellraiser...?
By the more, meld unto done

Angry beginnings
To a rhyme of sate, voices
That have life in its lending
Savagery; do we keep simply, our echoes?

Frequency of a noble God
Six among love, seven might song
Rise, avarice, we see the nod
Of a portent, of a heart, so strong...

Deal me the, care...
Sophistication, in a game of chance?
Set on a mystic table, earning a hasty stare
Meant in our hands, a draw of substance...

For a meagerness
To dry a tear, in a humanity's wish
Spice, suspicion, and ***
Power in the name of salt; we began for liberty, this?

The day the professing came
Worth in the reach of promises, a mayhem of justice, salt
Silence broken but not strong, until a wisdom by same
To me, the mention of a wish in sunshine; is girl altruism?
Asking a woman for a smile during a hungry eyes cry, is a role in a dragon's sigh, good news? go give the mail man, his holiday card...
Mark Toney Nov 2019
His favorite protégée
Mentors her day by day
You are his curious delight
You're always affable
And so unflappable
Yes you're his favorite acolyte

Though your aura's sacred chic
Radiating cool mystique
Your life story does bespeak
Constant fight

His patronage for your art
Remains for you're his dear heart
Shine favorite protégée shine
Rejoice that your lives intertwine
11/22/2019 - Poetry form: Lyric - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019

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