moon batchelder Poems

the heaven's open only unto
those who blessing lend
to soul less fortunate,
one whom
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twas just so
somebody else would know
the whole of me.
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risk.
board game.
war strategies play out.
honor or shame?
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to seduce my passion, is endeavor far too small,
as easy as with fakir's flute, a cobra to enthrall.
nor is it quite the boon one might have thought,
as if one night, the moon had caught
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complacency isn't ubiquitous.
obviously
resistance exists
sufficient to lash out
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her lips fairly dripping with
inuendo
effusive, manipulative, - as a pun.
(lurid tho, limited) ,
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i see more clearly
now than ever...
nothing changes here!
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a poet is anonymous
and hides behind the rhymes
a whisper in the misty wood
a narrator of sorts, it seems,
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he was cast upon death's threshhold once
then haply called away.
not comprehending why the gods
intended him to stay.
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anticipation:
hopes and fears
thought chasing phantoms
heart chasing dreams
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