#bountiful - Hello Poetry

A Bountiful Sky for Foolish Old Men early up, haunted-stoked~woked by a multilingual sky, an impish childish creation of an immature god, inconsistently incapable, of making up his moody mind, whiny then smiley, cloudless besotted, morphed into crystalline blue of a well behaved in Sunday best, warming the souls of the begotten and the misbegotten, the hardened and the poetic souls, tho he laughs at himself, for he too is both, curmudgeon and a mr. softee, whiny child in rapid aging body, wearing of discovery of new places for to ache, pains that don’t fit med scales of 1~10, unless it is the Richter Earthquake formulation. despite all, his eyeballs seethe, immaculate degeneration still allows the seeing of broad brush paint strokes of the team of angelic artistes that do the detailing of the palette above, how! they, love their big bold brushes that sky swipe atmospheric residue into 31 Baskin Robbins flavors, with swirls of caramel chocolate butterscotch that make the man’s complaints whisked into who-cares-a-damn anyway ice creamery reverie and all that other stuff disbarred from the aborning morning clarity of “good morning ole man, where’s my coffee” diurnal tuning that the women hums, reminding those in the earshot crowd of one, that s’mores and chores, tasks and at lasts, dogs need walking, gardens watering, cushions plumping, evening dishes moving from dishwasher onto wallpaper-covered shelves, geese-away-chasing, and loving poetry by a poetoftheway scribbling… 8:01 AM Frieday, Jun 30

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Jun 30, 2023

Jun 30, 2023 at 8:32 AM UTC

poetoftheway

A Bountiful Sky for Foolish Old Men

A Bountiful Sky for Foolish Old Men early up, haunted-stoked~woked by a multilingual sky, an impish childish creation of an immature god, inconsistently incapable, of making up his moody mind, whiny then smiley, cloudless besotted, morphed into crystalline blue of a well behaved in Sunday best, warming the souls of the begotten and the misbegotten, the hardened and the poetic souls, tho he laughs at himself, for he too is both, curmudgeon and a mr. softee, whiny child in rapid aging body, wearing of discovery of new places for to ache, pains that don’t fit med scales of 1~10, unless it is the Richter Earthquake formulation. despite all, his eyeballs seethe, immaculate degeneration still allows the seeing of broad brush paint strokes of the team of angelic artistes that do the detailing of the palette above, how! they, love their big bold brushes that sky swipe atmospheric residue into 31 Baskin Robbins flavors, with swirls of caramel chocolate butterscotch that make the man’s complaints whisked into who-cares-a-damn anyway ice creamery reverie and all that other stuff disbarred from the aborning morning clarity of “good morning ole man, where’s my coffee” diurnal tuning that the women hums, reminding those in the earshot crowd of one, that s’mores and chores, tasks and at lasts, dogs need walking, gardens watering, cushions plumping, evening dishes moving from dishwasher onto wallpaper-covered shelves, geese-away-chasing, and loving poetry by a poetoftheway scribbling… 8:01 AM Frieday, Jun 30

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You are so matchless Beauties and words are useless All over the world You are most precious No fame and fun are worthwhile All over the world You want You select No one dare access You All over the world Your delivered call No one dare to modify All over the world You are mighty Lord We are in need of mercy All over the world We bow in prayer Bless us peace everlasting All over the world Sun sets after all But Your love has no downfall All over the world Bless enlightened path We are all in search of You All over the world We obey at once No one dare disobey You All over the world Bless us Your will We bow in Your love O’ Lord All over the world You are caring us You are almighty my Lord All over the world You are Merciful You are Bountiful my Lord All over the world We have countless gain You are first and final Lord All over the world

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Jan 5, 2018

Jan 5, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC

Your lustful,bountiful love came one September morning and while it dragged me and smothered me it never once let me go into sorrow.

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC

daniel-talavera

Loved

Your lustful,bountiful love came one September morning and while it dragged me and smothered me it never once let me go into sorrow.

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