Saxicolous poems on Hello Poetry

Dan Hess Jul 2019

By acquisition of perfidiousness,
  superabundant equanimity serves as cynosure
for perspicacious circumlocution
  Extricated from acumen by coruscant conviviality
     prescient luminescence elicits magnanimous ebullience
   Profundity wrought the saxicolous
    Winebibber, penultimate in cupidity
    Unencumbered by concupiscence
   in which anomalistic accoutrements might unto be bequeathed
Alas, only by auspices, might idiosyncrasies be brought to be remunerative
As such, in trust, bellwether, to excogitate and make usufruct
is as to find parsimonious, what opulence incorrigibly writhes therein
By hedonistic primal instinct, chase, to what is callipygian

Jotham Feb 2019

If you want to be me you have to brace yourself in being bereft
If you want to be me you have to be careworn
If you dream of being me then you have to **** your dreams first
If you dream of being me, you have to abandon yourself
If you love to be me then you need to hate yourself first
If you love me then you need to be encumbered
If you desire to be me,  then you have to get used to perfidiousness
If you desire to be me, you have to be a penultimate
You have to be ready in being ostracized for your idiosyncrasies
You have to be saxicolous
But, do remember nobody,  would ever yearn for you, want you and desire for you
Excogitate,  because you might regret it, forever.
It might be the last thing you'll do.

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