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 Dec 2015 tee2emm
David Ehrgott
No monophonic masterpiece
Sung on a monorail
In monotone with MSG
That's monosodium glutamate
I say that monotonously
A monoplane monopoly
A monomaniac with monomania
A monocle for monoculars
A monograph of monogamy
Monocetyledons- plants with single seeds
A monolith that's monogramed and monochromatic
You know the monosyllable of monotheism as fact
There is no monomial for mononucleosis
Are eggs mononuclear?
Monoxide just sounds dangerous
I have a monolingual term for mono
It's bad so please don't catch it
 Dec 2015 tee2emm
SøułSurvivør
her
icy fire
molten gold
in tawny eyes
    your soul is sold    
velvet petal verdant leaf . In the end
you'll come to grief . perfection of the oval
jaw               is in fact a tiger's             maw
sometime lover
soft and sweet
but in the
end
Y
O
U
'
R
E

O
N
L
Y

M
E
A
T
carmine claw that rips your flank
in your shoulder her teeth sank
you take her out and you may
gloat . but soon she has you
by the throat . she will
cause you pain and
strife . in the end
she'll take your
♡♡LIFE♡♡


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015
My dark side again.

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 Dec 2015 tee2emm
Bo Burnham
You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
And I know that.

But I can't rediscover it every ******* day.
I can't return to that epiphany
every time my alarm clock goes off.
It's unnatural.

But what I can do, and do quite naturally,
is become jaded and unimpressed by it.
I can see your beauty as normal,
as one of my life's many constants.

I can climb atop its shoulders and travel about,
rolling my eyes at sunsets and rainbows,
dismissing all the beauty of the world as
less than average.

And I complain to you about it.
And you can deduce your beauty from that.
 Dec 2015 tee2emm
Robert C Howard
Poetry just might be love
     or just so the other way around.

I tell you,my dear
a day never passes without,
     (well hardly a day)
without a thought or two of
you and you and you,

bound as we are
      by blood,
              by tears,
       by laughter
or some common dream or enterprise.

You sing in my poems
       and my neurons fire for you.

Either I love you because I cannot forget you
       or the other way around.

So, my love, I offer you this poem.
      (So, my poem, I offer you this love).

*December, 2015
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