Havoc! Join us for our bold potluck tonight. May I coax you with an oozing wing of quail?
Would you prefer pomegranate juice or chai? Liquor? Brazen like a king, you vexing Baal.
Vixen, whisper jealously your hazel phlegm; heavy air, like foam in lacquered ballroom cracks.
Always, never: these seem like such things unsung; just speak calm, unfazed, but quiet as a hex.
Milk your harpsichord, like lovers who gaze fixed, at the drab acquired joys of their lost wrecks.
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shrinks arent cheap 
It seems you had quite a go at the Thesaurus for this 😉
really? I tried to use as common of words as i could manage.
A truly poetic voice – praise the Gods.
Humbling. My thanks.
Welcome.
For you “Shirnksarentcheap”
Your closeness sucks!
The negativity out of me…
O You!
Joyous, delightful, Sufi
Yet Sweet and sad at the same time
Then while I involuntarily dance
On the very first word of your poetry
God from within your poetic imagery comes out
Slaps me and says
Behave!
She belongs to me!
However, you can enjoy Me through her words
Thats My gift to you
So you like others have found Me in Her poems
I Cherish, in agreement with God, you reveal in your Poems
Thats all I can do
Nothing can be possessed
You keep reminding me in your poems
I try to forget you
Then you overpowers me
With Your DIVINITY
Again every time
“Love you, too”
I just can’t say thanks to you
So, I say
“Oh God!”
🙂
Always respond to me with psalms,
and poems,
and singing,
and talk of
the divine.
Then better be ready to
Stab me with the Tuning fork
This lyre is out of tune
Or shall I say, your omni-shadow
Makes the empty vessel blow
This sound you hear
Is your beauty, inspired!
The emptiness feeling occupied
Even my squeak
You make it sound so beautiful
Ha, Shakespeare was right after all!
Flattery gets you everywhere!
Better play trumpets and
blast horns instead.
Hideous beauty like mine
needs to come from lungs.
I dont know but somehow I love you poems, they catch hold of me
thank you not one but many of them
thank you so much.
thanks
Great poem and I love the oozing wing of quail. Though, I don’t think I’d eat something described as oozing.
Havoc might, though.
You had me at Havoc!
Of course, I did.
If the next word had been bedlam i would have fainted in delight 🙂
Haha, I’ll have to remember that.
You make me smile.
that’s good : )
I would much rather feast upon a pheasant;
And, as you know, port is the poet’s fuddle.
Port……..mmmmm. sorry, what were you saying?
Clever!
thanks!
Poetry exists for you…marvel of the written word.
only if it exists for us.
Ohh, the sarcasm! Though art merciless that way! ;D
indeed ; )