#lovingness - Hello Poetry

Rose of a champion Thought, in a beautified accord Set to waiting hours, a needs complexion Where we are, the tale of unity to its peaceful order... Skip, argue or define The truth, we removed by bounty of pouts...? Sated avarice, and the curtness of kin caught in a notorious lie... Welcome a shadow to breath, when a harrowed eye allowed...? Is a requited girth, of when, any of a decency's curse? Has found me, in a live and by chastity's purpose Handsomer skills that agree, in no known terms... I had the taste of pride, like a reality of sin, to accuse Why...? No man with a tradition of sincerity, is this island commit Without the sigh of me, the irony to dwell and seek tight The course of another ship of fortune, that has seldom to wit: Look, an eye of poise, if not intellects poison... Made manifest by the only few, of bared conscience That has us for curiosity's fool, but you, for another hero to loan A flower of understated chaste; a victim of letters of prescience? Tall tales of nothing more than a drunk hysteria? Here is your mind, in my way for one more timidity... Think and details of weal, we will know until votes ***** drama To a reaching hour, no one above another, like acts of humanity...

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Sep 4, 2022

Sep 4, 2022 at 3:17 PM UTC

david-hilburn

The Practiced Eye Waits (For Lovers Denied)

Rose of a champion Thought, in a beautified accord Set to waiting hours, a needs complexion Where we are, the tale of unity to its peaceful order... Skip, argue or define The truth, we removed by bounty of pouts...? Sated avarice, and the curtness of kin caught in a notorious lie... Welcome a shadow to breath, when a harrowed eye allowed...? Is a requited girth, of when, any of a decency's curse? Has found me, in a live and by chastity's purpose Handsomer skills that agree, in no known terms... I had the taste of pride, like a reality of sin, to accuse Why...? No man with a tradition of sincerity, is this island commit Without the sigh of me, the irony to dwell and seek tight The course of another ship of fortune, that has seldom to wit: Look, an eye of poise, if not intellects poison... Made manifest by the only few, of bared conscience That has us for curiosity's fool, but you, for another hero to loan A flower of understated chaste; a victim of letters of prescience? Tall tales of nothing more than a drunk hysteria? Here is your mind, in my way for one more timidity... Think and details of weal, we will know until votes ***** drama To a reaching hour, no one above another, like acts of humanity...

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Tomes of advice Let alive, in the room of cares Vehemence, instinct, attuned sighs Where the powers that be, continue until fared Are we the ears of purpose? Set in sides and meandering light The skill of another, to share the insight of us Should we enable a dance, of redoubt for might? My door of adding, as avarice is... The truth in long glances, with method to move Thought, the biding hope of when is, bliss The turn of completeness, the coping hour we have of use? Lose me in the fold... The tooth I invoke, is a creation of voice and tone, to total A resolve of guidance, of kind come for wishes to hold The grace of unity, if not unique sense, before legend falls To reproof... Time in its steady march to liberty, the devotion of fashion Though a tarter end to hindsight, may be aloof We confirm the date of simple alacrity, a host of could lasting... Be the love, of a lifetime... Of causes redeemed by a curious share In the superiority of life, to know a callous friendship worth trying And the impress of duress, driven to cares we ne'er guarantee...? Unless the cold turn of truth, is towards waiting love Done distress, marveling need, the common remark of persuasion In the name of urges, we attest to passions, we grant another covenant The decision of a soul to keep, knowing a handheld in something besides here's intrusion All A day's lot in the careful wishes we seek, for a nary come dwell Rhapsody, in a courage's stance, the times to live and know a call To harmony, the burden of thee, assumes patience is ours to tell...

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Sep 5, 2022

Sep 5, 2022 at 1:50 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Promise Me Anything, But A Cold Shoulder...

Tomes of advice Let alive, in the room of cares Vehemence, instinct, attuned sighs Where the powers that be, continue until fared Are we the ears of purpose? Set in sides and meandering light The skill of another, to share the insight of us Should we enable a dance, of redoubt for might? My door of adding, as avarice is... The truth in long glances, with method to move Thought, the biding hope of when is, bliss The turn of completeness, the coping hour we have of use? Lose me in the fold... The tooth I invoke, is a creation of voice and tone, to total A resolve of guidance, of kind come for wishes to hold The grace of unity, if not unique sense, before legend falls To reproof... Time in its steady march to liberty, the devotion of fashion Though a tarter end to hindsight, may be aloof We confirm the date of simple alacrity, a host of could lasting... Be the love, of a lifetime... Of causes redeemed by a curious share In the superiority of life, to know a callous friendship worth trying And the impress of duress, driven to cares we ne'er guarantee...? Unless the cold turn of truth, is towards waiting love Done distress, marveling need, the common remark of persuasion In the name of urges, we attest to passions, we grant another covenant The decision of a soul to keep, knowing a handheld in something besides here's intrusion All A day's lot in the careful wishes we seek, for a nary come dwell Rhapsody, in a courage's stance, the times to live and know a call To harmony, the burden of thee, assumes patience is ours to tell...

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Here is the old Victorian table of rich cherry-polished wood set so nicely for the afternoon meal but there will be no conventional repast today click of locked door clink of utensils upon the floor whoosh of cloth napkins tossed to the side beauty of inhibitions thrown in silent animal pride come to me now I climb on the surface, So smooth Let me offer you some succulent thigh my roundness is ready for your consumption and I need to devour your deep beauty the fire in your eyes let it go right into me with every bite move towards me as I open to you It is time for this luscious, tender feast to be relished and consumed

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC

lora-lee

Ritual Repast

Here is the old Victorian table of rich cherry-polished wood set so nicely for the afternoon meal but there will be no conventional repast today click of locked door clink of utensils upon the floor whoosh of cloth napkins tossed to the side beauty of inhibitions thrown in silent animal pride come to me now I climb on the surface, So smooth Let me offer you some succulent thigh my roundness is ready for your consumption and I need to devour your deep beauty the fire in your eyes let it go right into me with every bite move towards me as I open to you It is time for this luscious, tender feast to be relished and consumed

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Dole Is water, evil? A reign of the old... To lengthen a chaste of a swindle? Spit, indeed Spite is a fouling light... Meant with troubled mercy, is spice heed? Looking the horizon, *** is where might... Has an owe Owed the timidity, of a love... We are the seldom, of vice come to know A reach of sanity's reality, hunger for a covenant? Choose meagerly... And a whole decency, becomes our decision Noticing the bared future of sovereignty... Arbitrary brass will do; for a secret, a hap, and an intimation? Love, is a memory fed... The drama of sophistication, met For the only liberty of avarice, ever lead With the voice of deliverance, are we mercies; living's moment let?

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Jan 21, 2024

Jan 21, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Anachronism Is More Than A Soul Meant...

Dole Is water, evil? A reign of the old... To lengthen a chaste of a swindle? Spit, indeed Spite is a fouling light... Meant with troubled mercy, is spice heed? Looking the horizon, *** is where might... Has an owe Owed the timidity, of a love... We are the seldom, of vice come to know A reach of sanity's reality, hunger for a covenant? Choose meagerly... And a whole decency, becomes our decision Noticing the bared future of sovereignty... Arbitrary brass will do; for a secret, a hap, and an intimation? Love, is a memory fed... The drama of sophistication, met For the only liberty of avarice, ever lead With the voice of deliverance, are we mercies; living's moment let?

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