one quarter of a half.
the prancing mule
spoons sherbert from
the bright side of my loins.
his silver coins testosterone
message me a sentence
from Otello's chard,
gold bullion of charm
a ghost of something past
the never-ending cyclone in a jar.
it his here I pace the walls
lace the boots of butterflies
coin each phrase
through verse of collagen.
clean and genuine
a genie with three wishes
for my eyes.
rustle me a paddle boat.
one quarter of a half
my coast is clear.
what tomorrow is,
tomorrow is.
I guess;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Your titles are always key to your poetry, all I see are ashes, but that may just be because I know your work. Tomorrow for soulmates is already here because one can never move on. There is no one better nor more rewarding. 🌹 Love your work my dear Melvin ❤️
how well you know each line I write Teddy;
am more than blessed with your friendship....
and I will hold it dear.....always.
And now my poem - not pinching your words - 'A Quarter'. i.e. A quarter of a half! lol.
Each line provocative and enigmatic I think I could spend a quarter to a half of my life decoding it. But then I'm a bit thick and slow. Loved it
having read much of your work sorenbarrett, thick and slow you most certainly are not...
thank you for your kind words.
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