Faeo de Lyre

Rookie (16th August 1989 / Isseke - Ihiala)

Seduction Is Not From The Village - Poem by Faeo de Lyre

Do not look at my words but have;
Where are the pregnancies intil added?
Where are we romanced intil the fed
Though inevitable? Who would carve
Alone from the friendly foe and starve

Apart? Not in a side but nature
Did instruct and the Demi-urge did
Urge. Where does a pregnancy bedded
Out of the heat of a vesture?
Art there else, more of a climature

Seductive to impregnate? When
The amorous fingers shall kiss,
Who can hold off his pregnancies,
To deliver forth from the barren
Intil the mothering? Therefore let learn

That mothers come more, but villagers
An umbrella is over them and can
Receive one from melting at an
Open climate; thus did their strangers
Quake, yet, the still-colour soldiers

On. Thus drawn more and intil the raw
Nature that lacks civilty. To breathe
In different but of a breed,
They are so pulled and always more
To speak in the hood. The colour

Is in their tongue and cannot go
From their hands, virgin. This is intil
I shall, shall I that it is civil,
The fell root. Past all saying no,
The native is verdant and aglow

___obedient intil nature. Hence, let all
Untapped, be directed to sinew as
Civil art the dregs. Maternity has
In this odd, art, appeal and call
For a sinew, weakest to the wall.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012

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