"itseems" poems - Hello Poetry

ohlil'elf I SPEAK magictricity boastsevenafter manyayear myluv TO THEE, 2b a dynamo myheritage isasoft taleincandy apple gold AND THEE IS HER, AND SHE IS THEE, dirtdiggerdigup edgars poems; AND TO W H O M I REFER. andso COULD SHE BE oncemine protectherfromAS MUCH damage as oncewas INTO ME itseems AS I AM INTO HER? we'll see AND IF SO, THEN THIS PLEA FROM ME WITH W O E F U L rocket TEAR, stars WILL NOT GO TOO LONG moon ringing UNANSWERED HERE, opalstone iou FOR HER SILENCE HURTS, BUT IS inpearly gems R A R E. benfranklin deadseafrom SO FAR AWAY! acrimsonsky and YET SO NEAR! even tiny bugs heedseen we arewherewe are BUT I WISH YOU WERE NEARER, DEAR! indialogue love-in-a-mist lone BECAUSE stars by EACH DOMINION dawns early ON SUCH OCCASION light silver MUST UNWIND, streak bombs SO AS TO burst solely BE a sole redredrosy heaven REBORN IN THE MORNING SHINE, sent RETURNING AS GLORIOUS and mighty AND AS FRESH AS THE NEW DAY SKY, might he repent once AND THEREUPON SHOULDST CARRY ON upon adream WITHOUT IMPERFECT MOAN OR a my tier luving SIGH. ofluv fortunate I PLEAD WITH THEE TO MANUMIT cookie wrench YOUR TIGHTENED CLASP chromium calcium THAT BINDS, petalstems ouija heArts knoweth asdf REST fdsa zxcv YOUR WEARY vcxz lkjh HEAD A BIT ON MINE, hjkl mnbv AND EASE INTO PLEASANT REVERIES. vbnm yeseth noeth isitasif or asis youwillhaveme oh AFTER ALL, THE DUSK HAS COME TO GIVE REST TO THEE, to all pay AND I AM YOURS AND YOURS AM I notmuchattention to me yet openmetoyour -I AM RESTFUL SLEEP. interpretation

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC

jamie-l-cantore

Cryptic Poem in a Jumble -I Am Restful Sleep

ohlil'elf I SPEAK magictricity boastsevenafter manyayear myluv TO THEE, 2b a dynamo myheritage isasoft taleincandy apple gold AND THEE IS HER, AND SHE IS THEE, dirtdiggerdigup edgars poems; AND TO W H O M I REFER. andso COULD SHE BE oncemine protectherfromAS MUCH damage as oncewas INTO ME itseems AS I AM INTO HER? we'll see AND IF SO, THEN THIS PLEA FROM ME WITH W O E F U L rocket TEAR, stars WILL NOT GO TOO LONG moon ringing UNANSWERED HERE, opalstone iou FOR HER SILENCE HURTS, BUT IS inpearly gems R A R E. benfranklin deadseafrom SO FAR AWAY! acrimsonsky and YET SO NEAR! even tiny bugs heedseen we arewherewe are BUT I WISH YOU WERE NEARER, DEAR! indialogue love-in-a-mist lone BECAUSE stars by EACH DOMINION dawns early ON SUCH OCCASION light silver MUST UNWIND, streak bombs SO AS TO burst solely BE a sole redredrosy heaven REBORN IN THE MORNING SHINE, sent RETURNING AS GLORIOUS and mighty AND AS FRESH AS THE NEW DAY SKY, might he repent once AND THEREUPON SHOULDST CARRY ON upon adream WITHOUT IMPERFECT MOAN OR a my tier luving SIGH. ofluv fortunate I PLEAD WITH THEE TO MANUMIT cookie wrench YOUR TIGHTENED CLASP chromium calcium THAT BINDS, petalstems ouija heArts knoweth asdf REST fdsa zxcv YOUR WEARY vcxz lkjh HEAD A BIT ON MINE, hjkl mnbv AND EASE INTO PLEASANT REVERIES. vbnm yeseth noeth isitasif or asis youwillhaveme oh AFTER ALL, THE DUSK HAS COME TO GIVE REST TO THEE, to all pay AND I AM YOURS AND YOURS AM I notmuchattention to me yet openmetoyour -I AM RESTFUL SLEEP. interpretation

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i ladle and belch the **** of my manure cloud sphere clad with serious hair up to the lip of 2nd speaking red and receding in naked i growly split tenderly aching muck and i open my mouth and procreate assuredly my twin vibrations of love and death and i'm also as they. or who is the bursa inflamed digital crunching sapphire and only my fathers know also what. they are only old. but took me in their ink and gave me blood and gave me words and they are Eliot or cummings OR hobbes or deScartes and plAto or Nietzsche' and they showed me. and they showered me. and they make me or only(itseems) they do: are likened unto me and the machine of my thought making grayness... and only my fathers they know only like me and we are 1

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Nov 3, 2010

Nov 3, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

my fathers

i ladle and belch the **** of my manure cloud sphere clad with serious hair up to the lip of 2nd speaking red and receding in naked i growly split tenderly aching muck and i open my mouth and procreate assuredly my twin vibrations of love and death and i'm also as they. or who is the bursa inflamed digital crunching sapphire and only my fathers know also what. they are only old. but took me in their ink and gave me blood and gave me words and they are Eliot or cummings OR hobbes or deScartes and plAto or Nietzsche' and they showed me. and they showered me. and they make me or only(itseems) they do: are likened unto me and the machine of my thought making grayness... and only my fathers they know only like me and we are 1

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this new the slim body of thorough unbroken tremors seems it itseems like as like unseemly coils of brute laughter the languid burst after ******* and serene pitches of in the winter when first grows first fingers into tense coldness of taught muscles the love fist (uncurling) through stark air, A rose.

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May 21, 2015

May 21, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

Untitled

this new the slim body of thorough unbroken tremors seems it itseems like as like unseemly coils of brute laughter the languid burst after ******* and serene pitches of in the winter when first grows first fingers into tense coldness of taught muscles the love fist (uncurling) through stark air, A rose.

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