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Anthony Pierre Nov 2019
By birth most knew
This name of stern
As mentors too
Some take this turn

Few tamed in domicile
Less in passive right
Age takes this notice
Not wisdom nor sight

Whose care can nurture
Great strength in a foal?
To yield such future
Mere presence can scold

With great hope so few
Enjoy this manly art
That horses will march
Long after they depart

I await this fortune
Time takes my reign
My worships in court
Years cannot regain

How will my horses march
On life's steeple chase
Without their father's hold
From this their tender age?
Anthony Pierre Nov 2019
Can you hear this rhythm
The sound of my rain
Feel the beats of dancing motion
Symbols of my pain

Look at my flower
Shear beauty clothed in obscure grace
Budding pleasure, childish dream
Dances with splendor, yet unseen.

Kept my comfort in orchestra
Thumping heart race with thoughts
Earthly music, sounds of nature
Why must I feel distraught

Dancing flower plays the wind
Blooming wisdom, notes of gold
Chanting melodies, hymns of magic
A son's brilliance thus unfold

Keep on dancing Queen of Clef
Move in motion through the streets
Dance in pleasure, dance in pain
Till my rain steeps the heaths

Keep this movement queen of grace
Let your petals sway in sound
Dance my flower, dance my mother
My symphony is abound
Anthony Pierre Nov 2019
Trapped by nature
Entombed in art.
Sketches of the wind's blow
Details from a heart.

Search with brushes of passion
Make it a God
Where wisdom's devoid
Emotion is Lord.

Eyes paint on it's beauty
Traversing space and time
A sanctum for many
Unique in its kind.

Here lies that magic
Sent from heaven place
Art etched on mind's fabric
A beautiful face
Anthony Pierre Nov 2019
Crafted by the hands of a Master
Molded to the likes of Gods
Beauty more astute than the Heavens
An angel more mighty than Hordes

Made from mountains of Fire
Descendant of kings of Old
A prince revered in Legend
Who conquers with words of Gold

Escape with me to heaven
Beguiles the angel of Dawn
Or I will descend to earth with fire
Deleting the day that you were born

Dance with me in Lust
Feel ecstasy by my hand
Make my days immortal
Exclaims the God like Man

Fly with me to paradise
Enticed the comely face
I'll give to you awe and satisfaction
till time emerge as space

Make my soil your Homage
Bond in sensual love
Feel ****** in manly touch
And saw to heights Above

Walk with me to eternity
Seal your soul as groom
Bring to me your bloodline
Or I'll make the earth your tomb

Tour my earthly Palace
Sail my seven Seas
Avail yourself as Princess
And sons you'll have like trees

They walked and dance in passion
Flew from earth to Heaven's estate
Sailed through love and emotion
Mere mortals as they mate.
Anthony Pierre Oct 2019
Born to a culture
common its faith
of shallow waters
schooled in this trait

Great motion of tides
ebbs most to modal tasks
like sand on beaches
the future's unmask

but without notice
some dove deep in fears
for comfort n solace
swam away with years

In the darkest of waters
a home made for few
where hope is deep
a new species grew.

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