Johnny Psalm Poems

I marked the funeral pile of summer leaves,
The headless stumps and fireflie fluttering the wings,
The rustic spade captively stuck to the field.
I picked the spade and glided down the glittering rills
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Almost every great one set off from the wood.
Although slipped off many times from the stiles,
The Faradays prepared through books.
Hitting golden knowledge between the hammer and suffering.
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There is smile spelt on the page of aged face;
This face has seen the world in various page.
The tiny skull is a shelter to primordial brain-
The wisdom from the ancestral grace and plague.
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The wood is quite except rustling and rasping
Of unknown feet trampling earthward dry leaves.
No, no, no, no, the visitors are parting,
From the market, earthward, to home beneath.
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I'm Draconian in virtue and vices.
A time will come, my lady that I
Shall flood you in passion sweat
when riding through your shore
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The chilling night and the damp wind
Would cause the palm frond swaying fingers
To rise beyond its horizon as though
It would pluck a star from the dome.
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Just sit still and look beyond your vision,
Conscious or unconscious, grab the
Textures like pictures through recollection
And apply the mental surgery you conceived.
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No trace of acquaintance
Till recent except the board and pad.
She blinked her seductive screen
With her framed hardware like a damsel,
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Copious auctioners, for the highest bidders,
You will conceive pestles between your laps.
Your dried tuft reed of Medussa hair,
Cosmetic caskets, clawed fingers and perfumed air
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It could be a bond of instinct
once in a year, uniting us
from hamlet heart, nook
and crannies on same field.
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