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PENCHANTS


. . . . the

maylings,

the saplings,

the godlings

and lovelings,

the springlings,

the seedlings

love the spring.

The robins,

the dewing,

the berries,

the cooing,

the children

of may . . . .

© "glo-po"
2001


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His maiden heart matured
The instant that he met her eyes;
With infant cruelty his mouth
Sucked on love without surprise. 
      
Then, with diabolic cunning,
Summoned hate.
Smiled, and left
With delicacy
Her bones upon 
           his plate. 

© "glo-po" 2001


The bird alit, brittle and amazed,
On the branch of a tree
And thought to itself I am the branch
of a tree alighting on a bird

© "glo-po" 2001


Oh SLEEP, ....(the original verse)
Where do you keep your silver oars
That silently push one along
The gushing streams
& STOP MY STUPID SONG! ***

© "glo-po" 2001


***Forgive me for giving you no rest over posting these verses. And thank you, dear "glo-po", for letting me include them in INSPIRATION. I am so happy you cared to share with us here. I know others will join me in encouraging you to write more after reading your work ... Rennie



thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you .... we will say this enough at some point ... maybe .... thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you ... and then take it down ... but ... thank you for your infinite patience! ... did I mention thanks here? .... thanks to you and all the other wonderful poets who shared their works in INSPIRATION!