"THE SPIRITUAL WATERS
Define ~ !"
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"9 Quinine, 7 bitters
Avec lemon."
~ Ruth Draper
"Sprinkling Holy Water, chanting prayers,
Quoted message said:From willow's bark, Cupola drew sleeping spirits ~
Barking larks, Sparrow's Song of Vespers,
By arrow's Flight reborn.
Folly's Quill scribbles primrose,
Snaring garden path meandering, her gloss ~
Landscape blueprint
Flowering Forest's Marginalia,
Her complimentary
Commentary ...
O, but my stomach,
My head hurts. My tears sting,
I cannot sing.
Pain too real.
World well real, but, O,
World, too, real, no silly reel.
Mum,
Reel me in ..."
~ Twittering
"Heck, yeah ~ !"
~ Folly
"The 'waters' have killed,
Tortured too many.
Abuse not.
People harmed me.
That is wrong.
Dr P.
Your work spoke for me,
Shed light upon the cracked fissure
Of nothingness,
Don't throw out everything your 35 years
Of solid work revealed,
Or baby with bathwater.
Your work gave me hope,
When I moped,
When I broke,
Broken, unspoken for ~
Too much bidirectional stress,
Too lost in The Disenchanted Forest
Moping, no hope ...
No warm embrace forthcoming,
Just a Forest of Rhetoric
& Phrontistry of Fonts & Letters,
No binding,
No chair
Just moping, broken unspoken
For me, although my words, many spoken,
My song, many sung
My work for others, I speak for,
So SEE ~ ! No token,
If totem, broken, moping me proffers,
Even though my coffer's empty,
Even if my coffin's simply
Me, my words for others, I say, so SEE ~ !
No token, if plain spoken,
If boldly broadcast. But I'm broken,
So hear, O, don't you know I'm moping,
Me, my words for others, I say, so SEE ~ !
O, don't you hear me hoping,
Speaking, of my spoken token,
My desire large, my claim, meager,
If hopeless I am, I remain yours,
Ever eager
My tears,
My unfailing years,
Yours ~ ?
Me, my words for others, I say, so SEE ~ !
Swim, swim, paddle, paddle, paddle ...
Break, broken, breaking ~
Cogito, ergo Quack! Quack! Quack!
Me, my words for others, I say, so SEE ~ !
Swim, swim, paddle, paddle, paddle ...
May my words transport
Others across The Shimmering Sea ~ !
May I neuro ~ transport you, too ~ !"
~ Twittering
"O, Twittering, a glittering port
I see ~ ! O, a shimmering cohort
We be, crossing
Together The Shimmering Sea, sporting
Gifts of rhyme, the sculpture of thyme ~ !
O, a shimmer,
O, a glimmer of Eternity ..."
~ Folly
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Blog, I'll warrant ye, or dog? Who knows. Pass the grog!
But if ye see me lost pup, please bring that scurvy dog home!
I got Leon a brand-new bone, with a chest full a' booty.
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