Doyen Lingua Poems
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- Andy Warhol X30
Had too many glance and click away.
I thought you were here to find out:
my life story;
or why I write poetry;
or who is this person? ?
for anger or delight.
But those things, like tabloids and
stale chips for the unworked brain.
Dear, I do not want to bore
but poems I do not whore.
So read, read, read some more.
But do not ... more »
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A Poem Is
condensed into a paste
smothered onto buttered toast
giving life a taste
are kept inside a jar inside the fridge
taken out for soup and salad
but never out to binge
just for celebrations
and wrapped with ribbon fare
not even philosophy deserves
this kind of special care