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SUNDAY HIGH

noon
she moves like a swiss watch
turning her face
and doing her moves
like a magicians assistant
I watch with Magi's attention
the upbeat tick of her talk
her loud heels on the hardwood
same as mine
the woman to man ratio
of sound affect
like a clock for the blind
announcing time
as certian as the quitting
time clock in the warm
afternoon collusion
of golden rays
showing the crowns
into fire
dripping from the
orchestra of forest
unrelenting
the bondage of words
constricting like a web
glistening come morning
fresh milk of the glass
tender veal
eyes that smile
real

putting our chairs away
she smiles honestly
and says my name
in full upon her
natural mouth
and its like a rainbow
in the alleyway of age
drenching my desert
visage with its youthful
mirage....

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kings were aged like wine
or cheese
beaten and whipped
crushed by natural forces
to produce the worlds
artifice of the ogliarch

Like a reigning trump card
and a queen with a faceted
bauble..on her finger
then a heavy crown
waving to the crowd
moved to promote the
position
like napolean with his
aged josephine

turn of the century
monoliths of power
producing heirs from
the fresh wild flowers
then first cousin appointment
settings like tiffaney bracelets
breakfest of champions
Kentucky lime fed limbs
slender and fed fast
with speed
a sport
arm bling

Henry with his cauldron
of ego stirring Merlin
transitions
the brotherhood of
alpha competition
the marie marionettes
guilded shaped like
armor of the joy division
of its time

like pleasure flowers drinking
pure rain protection
and anointments
in castle chateau
bordeaux
then micro bus
sand dune board wax
the board walks
of excess
with secret assasins

like humpty of the fall
when levers drawn
Egypts facial likeness
struck from heiroglyphic
politics in book depository
sites

eglatarian military rights
to release
the hounds
the falcons
of righteous right

make great
the reunite

the vessel of soil
tilled
for royal babies
dig

not the narcotica
seas of fresh green
gallop when the first
is jettisoned

...

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all my pack ....the ones i got now..cause I ran with those that just said
I was nothing..even now from then...only cause I blew past me
and I dont knock out the old or the young
they can look..the good look..but a brain interchange
do my profile on em
check out their behaviourism..get others to run a scan
for me on intelligence so Im not wasting my time..
often comes back with the nod.the yup
the thumbs up

my new homies are solid enough for my liking
my new friend list on fb and other sites
works for me

i describe my true to life friends
and they are doozies
they waste no time
no whiners..righteous
oh..im too tired to do what i go on
im so great about

ha..no..cause you cant]
i tell em..
shove em out the door
and sit down for the sit
and talk with those
simple raw or polished
hardcore that can handle
themselves and itel
and work hard..and make
a difference...

what I like..what I demand
what I expect
and I get it...

thanks Mark...a salute to
U sir!

MR gnarly wolf now thats
its spring and the intel
trade is cranking risky
as always...

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Some exceptional descriptions . I especially love the closing stanza.

Thumbs upto you Mr. Wolf

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Some exceptional descriptions . I especially love the closing stanza.

Thumbs up to you Mr. Wolf

❤❤❤❤❤❤

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ........Robert Frost☺

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your word is commanding and majestic
with sensitivity and vibrant descriptors
of your poetic contexts and
conceptual detailing

I greatly admire your works!

Steven!

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