Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor
7 January 2016
A rapid and hoarse rasping romance speech
A breathing of sorts song of love to quip
A trained thought yet coarse mind a Heart to breach
Derailing consorts between track and lip
From despair to lair tears lust alternate
Upheaval so plain loss of common sense
Oh my lady fair your lover’s a state!
Deceiving and vain the pride of pretence
The word and the quill a poet composed
The gift and the art a means to an end
Hegemony shrill as nostalgia posed
The whore or the tart was his merry friend
I lead you nowhere pray find me that door
Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor
The Black Eyed Peas – Shut Up
Geetha!
Cheer Up!
I have nominated you for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award go and check.
Amen!
Shiva
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Thank you Shiva, Tosha had already nominated me first and I had already answered. Thanks again for the cheering up 🙂
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Sassy. Rant away. Beautiful picture of you.
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Ah ah ah, I don’t rant too much but sometimes I boil over until I freeze again, lol. Thank you, you’re such a darling. Someone took this picture a couple of years ago and I was actually saying shut up then 😀
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Love this! So much going on but oh, how nicely resolved in that last line. Reads a bit old world and a bit modern, you are talented to join the two so fluently 🙂
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Thank you so much. I like mixing the old and the new like demure brides do, lol “Something old, something new, something gold, something blue” 😀
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You deliver a rubuke so beautifully, Geetha. This was wonderful. ❤
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😀 Thank you Eric. Thankfully I am not often in such a mindset but sometimes meddlers peddlers and fakers get on my nerves. I am glad you liked it ❤
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I did indeed. 🙂 we all need to blow off steam. Even my mild-mannered personality can become inflamed now and then. 😉 though it does take a great deal if prodding
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Love this one!
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Thank you Marissa. I don’t usually have rants but sometimes it feels good to scream, in a poetic way of course 😀 😀
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That’s why I love poetry. You can kind of express things in a way without saying them outright and it disguises anything that might offend anyone.
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I totally agree 🙂
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