Etiqueta: ocpoetry
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Match
Three colours go one place, To be scrunched out of fear and pain. Seeking the winner’s exhilarated face. The stores around the free screen close before The whole clamour breaks their retail Perhaps they wish at home to voyeur too. Only T’s and whistles coin. Loud and loud and even louder goes tha shouting round.…
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One of those days
Today you weren’t you. Chicken, The one you love raw and from breast… You ate it cooked and from leg. On the spot. Without a plate. Meow are you? What’s the code word to recognize? Same face and voice I can conclude. Behaviour? Foreign I must tell. Whatever, You’re still that fluffy boo of mine.
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Relaxed blink
At peace without, Any scorching moth, Trampling insistent on me. So a rest knowing there is not; An unicorn admiring my unique being, Thinking how to thread my mind within. So delighted I’m unpromised, a vessel of my own. Without a master to fate me I’m throwing a tiny party of ice cream.
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Ardent
Bare legs, Short dress. Flirty transparent, Sun beams enraged then. A hell! Baseball caps and hats, Normally not on sight. The supermarket’s shelves, Replenished with fans, To keep the already stiff-air, Licking humans to surviving grades. Water and ice to rise, Tomatoes red in price. My plants frozen by sizzling waves. I, in underwear waiting…
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El greco
A pyrotechnic display of mightEmerald green ascending blissHis troubled face suffering the agony of skiesHence up and down the bench I went.Closer and further,awed in discovery.It lasted what my pained feet.Indeed the fire etched in my eyes.Ferocious I came to see how much of lifeWithout imagined reality;It comes down crushing minds.Not everyone survives without imposed…