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I Bow to Poetry
How could one explain,
abiding to the beauty;
robbing the imagery of
thine eye and setting it to glory;
it borrows my heart and soul.
There is no difference, sweetly,
Following one hundred
thousand and nineteen sixty
bequeathing Beatles beating
the beckoned beatnik coterie;
it becalms me, it knows me,
I'm completely bowed to poetry,
abiding to the beauty;
robbing the imagery of
thine eye and setting it to glory;
it borrows my heart and soul.
There is no difference, sweetly,
Following one hundred
thousand and nineteen sixty
bequeathing Beatles beating
the beckoned beatnik coterie;
it becalms me, it knows me,
I'm completely bowed to poetry,
Published 5th Jul 2014
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Anonymous
5th Jul 2014 10:08am
╰☆╮This is absolutely magical.╰☆╮
The stars.. :) It's the prettiest compliment ever, and the most humbling. Thank you.
5th Jul 2014 6:24pm
5th Jul 2014 7:30pm
5th Jul 2014 8:45pm
And I bow to you...but will it give back what it borrows, and one day it may bow to you
6th Jul 2014 00:08am
It humbles me, the minute I want to crack and employ the divinity; poetry humbles me. It makes me laugh and keeps me sane; somehow, it keeps me from feeling the welts of rain. I just let it pour over me again and again; falling where it may. And then come and share it with you fine people as the sunshine takes away pain. I've always been fond of rain barrels. Thank you, Matthew. You keep me humble.
6th Jul 2014 00:59am
poetry is great, you can put
whatever you like into it,
like a really big saucepan...
whatever you like into it,
like a really big saucepan...
6th Jul 2014 4:48am
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6th Jul 2014 8:36am
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6th Jul 2014 10:26pm
