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Welcome,
sweet Mon Ami,
In your bosom
Let me blossom
To
distil honey.
You’ve
virtues many,
Graceful Gazelle;
You do dazzle
More
bright than any.
You
enchanting Distress
With ruby lips,
Delicious sips;
You
miss me, Mistress?
To
stroke my fevered brow,
Your soothing palms;
And without qualms
Love
will surely grow.
Yet,
though I love you, Belle,
What can I do?
You do be true
Only
Time can tell.
Casting
pearls before swine;
Ridiculous.
You are priceless
In
my silver- shrine.
Fools
but know of prices,
Not values of
Hearts constant love.
O,
Predacious guys!
Metallic
peals of bells:
For gleams of gold
Their bodies’ sold-
Sulphurous
hell in wells.
Beloved
of my Soul
Effect no change.
Love knows no age
But
must reach its goal?
Lashing
rains toll the knell
Of parting love;
Dog and Dove
Meet
only in hell?
Once
and for all its cast
Never can be
Altered by me-
Memories
of the Past.
Stars
in man- made neon’s
Glittering bright,
Everything’s right
In
drunken eons.
Saturday
is gay day
Of loving things;
Bitters everything
When
telephones bray.
Sins
being remembered:
I’d have wept
The cobwebs swept
My
days being numbered.
But
Spider wakes again,
(A glimpse of you
The tears come thro’)
Reweaving
in vain.
You’re
the maiden, Perfect
And so to me
Always will be
As
a Holy Sect.
When
will I hear your voice?
Sweet and softly
Spoken, Honey.
Or
drowned in noise?
Your
twin eyes do glitter
In tender mood
Or angry rude:
Stars
in a cluster.
Spatulate
fingertips
I want to kiss,
Also caress
All
ten painted nibs.
Adorning
your cute face
Two damask rose;
Exciting nose
Doth
make my blood race.
Roam
hither and thither
But in the end,
Come to me, Friend.
We
shall roam together.
So
having sung my song
With a sigh;
Hello- Goodbye!
If
you, I do no wrong.
The
Bride comes from afar
White drapes are drawn
Hope is “still- born”
For
she says “ Ta- Ta”.
ã Phillip ”Peedy” David
02-04
November 1971 |
