#versatile - Hello Poetry

One Who: ————- can write with either hand/or any of each finger IF, dipped-in-chocolate dark yet iridescent and yet, still milky creamy write of love and not~love poetry with the expertise of decades of the equality of knowing the exhilarations of its peaking, and the depth of its inversions in long years-deep craters, unending long or short, excessive or one worded, but always only for those whose taste buds recognize the savory of the intrigue of umami sitting up, couch prone bound, high or low, clothed or in underwear found, but always companioned by a hot coffee mug and poetry issuing from the inchoate coordinates of his five sensoria write as if one was a man or woman, a young girl or an elderly man, in sickness and in health, for poorer and even wealth, rich laughing while crying, for the turntable record of his life is closer to lending an ending, its nearer-my-god-than-thee chapter’s ending and crying because, just because…tears though costless, are among the things that cost us the most dearly, for we cry at the extreme edges of life’s good fortunes and dastardly, bastardly, misadventures free versedly until rhyme sneaks in, with a stupor smiling, ever so quietly with an Ah Ha! you old poet, you’ll never be free, fully escape, the rhyming schema of we of me…see! with words, in Hebrew or Hindi, with words so unusual & unused, archaic and Jurassic, or by being caustic be caused, he be the one who has made them up, when it suited one’s purse and purposes, chopped them apart syllabically, to root out their history and secreted, inner meanings and delighting the mischievous muses residing within the poet adaptive, undertaking numerous living, gearing and personalities, one writes to take temporary ownership of differing gender, ****** reversing multi~perspectives; one writes in sickness and in health, in poverty, and occasional wealth, and one day one will reveal the list of his many pseudonyms, une liste merveilleuse de tous les noms de plume….

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May 9

May 9, 2026 at 6:13 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

(Are You?) A Versatile Poet

One Who: ————- can write with either hand/or any of each finger IF, dipped-in-chocolate dark yet iridescent and yet, still milky creamy write of love and not~love poetry with the expertise of decades of the equality of knowing the exhilarations of its peaking, and the depth of its inversions in long years-deep craters, unending long or short, excessive or one worded, but always only for those whose taste buds recognize the savory of the intrigue of umami sitting up, couch prone bound, high or low, clothed or in underwear found, but always companioned by a hot coffee mug and poetry issuing from the inchoate coordinates of his five sensoria write as if one was a man or woman, a young girl or an elderly man, in sickness and in health, for poorer and even wealth, rich laughing while crying, for the turntable record of his life is closer to lending an ending, its nearer-my-god-than-thee chapter’s ending and crying because, just because…tears though costless, are among the things that cost us the most dearly, for we cry at the extreme edges of life’s good fortunes and dastardly, bastardly, misadventures free versedly until rhyme sneaks in, with a stupor smiling, ever so quietly with an Ah Ha! you old poet, you’ll never be free, fully escape, the rhyming schema of we of me…see! with words, in Hebrew or Hindi, with words so unusual & unused, archaic and Jurassic, or by being caustic be caused, he be the one who has made them up, when it suited one’s purse and purposes, chopped them apart syllabically, to root out their history and secreted, inner meanings and delighting the mischievous muses residing within the poet adaptive, undertaking numerous living, gearing and personalities, one writes to take temporary ownership of differing gender, ****** reversing multi~perspectives; one writes in sickness and in health, in poverty, and occasional wealth, and one day one will reveal the list of his many pseudonyms, une liste merveilleuse de tous les noms de plume….

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the sleeping baby gives a smile, listening to her sweet lullaby. which the young granny keeps compile. the song of sleep for your eyes. her talent was so versatile, she can make any baby stop cry. in my sleep, to check on me, she always come by. A young granny with a sad smile bid bye-bye.

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Aug 5, 2020

Aug 5, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC

MissPoetic

Young Granny.

the sleeping baby gives a smile, listening to her sweet lullaby. which the young granny keeps compile. the song of sleep for your eyes. her talent was so versatile, she can make any baby stop cry. in my sleep, to check on me, she always come by. A young granny with a sad smile bid bye-bye.

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cottony silver clouds changing shapes every hour a life versatile

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Jan 8, 2018

Jan 8, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC

wildlotus

a life versatile

cottony silver clouds changing shapes every hour a life versatile

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