The USA will shoot for the moon
The 3-week tour will be over soon
The trip will appease
Kraft's search for cheap cheese
Which Trump declassified back in June
L Limbo suspended
I Inclusion excluded
F Ferocity tamed
E Ends extended
S Souls surrendered
M Meters inched
Y Yoga edged
S Systems declassified
T Triads bipolar
E Echoes vacant
R Rituals freed
I Introjects projected
E Eternity eluded
S Squares un-circled
01st December 2020
Vibrational vertabrims vanquish vertebrates on a vista. But custard once opened must be consumed within eleven hours and forty three minutes. But eleven hours and forty three years is a time old game of chess on a blanket in a midday swish. Pull that curtain in dramatic style then. And keep no pin aside forntonpaintnan is a place in which a very nice ambient picnic can be held. In all seasons. No wolla wolla wolla. Ok. Good. Placid relief off a two ton steak who arrives on six legs with a knife, some mustard, ten jars of jelly, and a spoon. Wow. Must be the radio that can be heard and located through those bushes next to the five mile field. Fetching feeling frame fraud freshing freedoms. And a whirl of anticoagulant with a jam. Turning. Wow. Giant bee. Waving. Weary not a ghost of a station guard. Now dance. Merrily. Now drink. And a nice leaf that is green is not a rainbow calling card. Ok. Wow. Xxxxx baby bear before being brought baths xxxxx and a caped nursery rhyme clapping. Xxxxx merciless miracle moving. *** and a dome. Xxxx and a hahahahahahahaha to all of that. Yes all of that. Xxxx procrastination Z xxxx polarisation pickling xxxxx declassified z
Loose in the hopes of dread...
Oh, my own lover!
He was such a bold flirt;
with his love unclaimed,
he could recite George Boole
he was one of the old Cool.
He never reached his goal.
so with my bling and some flair
I hoped he'd open the enchanted bud
To the music of his lyre.
I'll pray this for him:
t hat he should find what he wreaks
and write it down with a stylus.
Really he is the allurement of angels
He was my epiphany
Make it up, as the clocks clang..
It's not really you...it's just an affliction.
I can do nothing for my calves
It's because of all the punning I did once.
I can't even lump a stone over a wall now.
My arms are as weak as Trojans.
I never suffer viruses to be declassified.
Like I said,just wink and say a prayer..
In God we dare.
Punk Rocker a rebel’s cause?
Oligarchy rules within,
Emotions intact although
Timeless it seems when
Declassified, this
Exacting attention
Soon to reach out to each of us
The persecutor,
Rhythmical with opinion
Organized with intent
Yes with intent when
Enraged, effrontery
Rules. Mean while
Scars that penetrate
Lay within the mind,
Yielding actions that remind one
Life is not always about truth!
Intent sometimes wounds
Keying this into a memory
Especially after good design,
A place of tranquil light, it becomes
Frozen in time.
Only then the promise of true comradeship
X-Rayed.
© Harry J Horsman 2011