Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 25,219 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Intermix - Poem by Naveed Akram

Intermix the polishing of a forgotten summer,
The parson cools me after the furthest colour.
Furtive numerals are held in the mind when furthest,
Novelties of an oaf nurse on nothing.
Numerous designs matter on the shelf,
Gory oaths are honourable and gouging strength.
Let colours intermix and let the parson mix with us,
The length of numbers are called equations for us.
Gormandize the food once you steal,
The parson refuses to renovate your reality.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 14, 2010



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