"haslam" poems
Certain, Fresh Lad, your Craft's Promise apply
Matter subtract from the Plym's pheromones late
Your own Best Soul; Youth enhance and reply
The Tanned One's Lights; And Career concentrate
One Message sent from your Parents abroad
Which mentored by your Tweeting Aunt confirm
Clip fast your Arms; And Feet embrace the Board
Kick the Meerkat's fears and your Lion burn
So when these Sweeties witness your Best Art,
That same Pastel you carry everyday
Is in you - not There - complete on your Part
And may these Blessings always come your way.
Being your own Boss, your Goal's smile conquer
Burn those Judges; And douse them with Water.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
Of your Raw Fingers pressed to Overstand
Think at your Age has begged to Mis-Inform
With Hardened Teachings your Friend does Withstand
Placed your Notice at my Encore deform
Yet well-earned raised as your Craft will Improve
The Water Sport's Bend should dip you to play
These Pillars humaned and humming for Truth
Let Reason ripen and urge you to stay
Alas! Un-So. For your Energies give
More Coloured Matters which Rumours were based
To rather seek such Saner Friends live
Than brush with Dodgy Sages for Today.
As your Departure, ***** this Open Palm
Tempt me to Rage; But for Righteous stay Calm.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC