Jeffrey Febi Poems

I was lowered into solitary;
Perfumed and robed in fine linen.
What would I do, inside a cage,
When only I, would inhabit?
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For whom the stars twinkle
emerged in the twilight rush
Some were melody makers;
others gathered to socialise
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Oh, you that has no wings.
How did you fly to my island?
Floating on deep blue,
Of the vast Pacific Ocean.
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All moisture evaporated
As a spicy reaction invades his throat
This sting, an odd sensation of bitterness
The discomforting feeling of downing saliva
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