#libertine - Hello Poetry

He was lost in the spirited flow of a river, Later found himself in this lady's boudoir, The circumstances to onlookers are little unclar, But suffice to tell, in water things were quite fluid, The boudoir was hectic, he was more or less stuck. Don't think he had any serious complaint about it, Only hoped, this strange fact be better explained. Her kind of explanation was rather queer, he felt! "There is nothing to be astonished, my dear I'm an ace swimmer, and was present there At the time of the incident, nothing more" She mysteriously smiled, adding a dainty twist. Well, a rescue mission, as we know is higly humanitarian, There are more than what meets the eyes, in this situation. He was of two minds, to remain there and to break loose, Life in her boudoir, he feared would make him a libertine!

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Apr 18, 2019

Apr 18, 2019 at 1:44 AM UTC

k-balachandran

The strange tale of one who fell in to a flow

He was lost in the spirited flow of a river, Later found himself in this lady's boudoir, The circumstances to onlookers are little unclar, But suffice to tell, in water things were quite fluid, The boudoir was hectic, he was more or less stuck. Don't think he had any serious complaint about it, Only hoped, this strange fact be better explained. Her kind of explanation was rather queer, he felt! "There is nothing to be astonished, my dear I'm an ace swimmer, and was present there At the time of the incident, nothing more" She mysteriously smiled, adding a dainty twist. Well, a rescue mission, as we know is higly humanitarian, There are more than what meets the eyes, in this situation. He was of two minds, to remain there and to break loose, Life in her boudoir, he feared would make him a libertine!

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We are absinthe-soaked days. We are mountain dew-drenched ******* And grass-stained t-shirts. We pull spindly, spidery veins from the palms of our hands. We let the cuts of the world kiss our lemon juice lips. We flip off the moon And say **** off to the skies. We devour mermaids by night.

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Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC

SilverSpoon

Libertine

We are absinthe-soaked days. We are mountain dew-drenched ******* And grass-stained t-shirts. We pull spindly, spidery veins from the palms of our hands. We let the cuts of the world kiss our lemon juice lips. We flip off the moon And say **** off to the skies. We devour mermaids by night.

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Does a jest... Exist in all things? Apparently God, has never to seek a lesson At what exception is, of worthier sittings A city of liberty Taken to mercy, for a judgment Of a noble wish, a confirmation to serious Futures in low, if not love with life's reasons Rage with me... Sour notice oft a tender misery With which; we have sight's anarchy Run for the worldly stone, of promise in history... Eyes that did... Eat a nosey dream, for speed Chasing the shadowy mouth, of privilege in biding The time of a God, that does refute a tear's heed... Need of a colossal seem To these we awaken the real, with problem's That saved now, with normalcy to deem The world of an angel to make him, their whim

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Sep 29, 2025

Sep 29, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC

david-hilburn

The Riddle Of 'X'

Does a jest... Exist in all things? Apparently God, has never to seek a lesson At what exception is, of worthier sittings A city of liberty Taken to mercy, for a judgment Of a noble wish, a confirmation to serious Futures in low, if not love with life's reasons Rage with me... Sour notice oft a tender misery With which; we have sight's anarchy Run for the worldly stone, of promise in history... Eyes that did... Eat a nosey dream, for speed Chasing the shadowy mouth, of privilege in biding The time of a God, that does refute a tear's heed... Need of a colossal seem To these we awaken the real, with problem's That saved now, with normalcy to deem The world of an angel to make him, their whim

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