delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

he'll bid me exalt.. sweat and strain...
he asks I flex my lesser brain...
it's worth the toil...perplexed turmoil....
to pursue, find the inner workings.....
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has taken wings
and blasphemicalderas
from a sutured camellia....
the sound of it makes mountebanks whistle and stomp in the atria......
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I admire those whose egos....
well-behaved, like gentled beagles,
show they've lived and learned a thing or two...
have sought sweet logic, understand pruning....
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some flink and squorl...aspire to be a queen....
whilst others love to play...carouse.... unseen....
well...mainly, for the some-time joy of it....
that spotted light's no place for those sans grit.....
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mountainous....
it's fountainous....
it's swept-the-floor-with wantonous
predictations.... consummations....and that's the least of eructations
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sun stutters through a tattered shade
creating an opalescent patchwork
of gently broken beams
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your time here
as you
was brief
you accepted and gave love unreservedly
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a dog named Jake
would you chase me with a rake
would you spend good times with me
or leave me chained up to a tree
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raw,
eager to please
his
future
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who provides a playground in which beloved animals and their people reunite.....whole, sound and afflicted only with joy.....a vision I embrace, if not fully believe.....

who provides the sanctioning of and motivation for forces sent to conquer and subjugate the others...to milk them of their birthrights....that I have seen, as has every human, from every perspective....
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