Joys Pleasure
JOYS PLEASURE
Your slumbering silence is too loud
But noise is the product of a crowd,
The streams forgot to faintly flow
Around a stale compassion show
The breeze blew birdbugs & butterflies
Bringing brimstone by the bus-stops,
Fair fine foam flew faster than foggy fogs,
The furrow ferociously followed for free
And sweet as swansong sounds couldn't be.
My joy is now born of poor partying pathological parents
Partly paddling past positive possibilities,
Their pleasure pleases the poor & pauper
Though pleasure's free, she can not leap
Or run free while melancholy is assumably asleep.
Let your joy escape the false glare of the night's sky
Dancing deliciously like a bubbly butterfly
To spread it wings in nature's light,
Slightly single-handedly smouldering on seared sight.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©12th December, 2019.
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