living in reverence...with a degree of vigor...
a splish, if not a splash...
counting and recounting,
predicated
though nonpredatarian...
tarry
a while
to
leap
for the highest grown fruit,
while the lower
glomes
are freed of the branch
at
the merest
touch
of a lip
or a whisker...
being braided, encroached
with falsified modesties...
......breathing out...in...out...
...as yet, haven't forgotten
to water the plimsolls...collect the roughage...pander to the compost...
ambroseate and refill the grail....
snipperwhappers! !
curiosity satisfied....to a degree... retitled and reposted this poem...now it is visible...had been excised, still don't understand why...the mysterious and unfathomable ways of the PH censoring system are just that....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one is the best.