Fourteen Lines Poem by michael oliver
Fourteen Lines
Smoking in the door
Smoking from the rain
Loud at night experts
Hellow Geezer through traffic
I remember explaining anatomy
On his ripped torso
While my mate prattled
His prophetic religion spiel
Prognostication flowing from him
Albinus and Vesallius quietude
My certainties soft bloom
Now in this passing
I am recognized 'Geezer'
Yes! This is excellent poetry. I think you 'achieve' a great deal. The author knows how to Put The Words Together. I love 'prattled' and 'My certainties soft bloom...' Recommending!
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4/23/2024 12:02:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The Dogg says you're boffo, and dang it, he's right. Loud at night experts! That is sublime, man!