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YODEL

Mindless bombs blasted in hateful vengeance. Blood was spilled in a spoiled sanctity. In agony, once again we learned that we needed to steer better and clear. We gleaned some tender rays of hope, as we always do; we played the voting game. "I am the victor" - uttered the famous daughter.

Yes, she won. But did we?

In the mean time, the famous widow and her thousand minions are humbled by a rabid RAB. Mary Shelley must have smiled in repose, for she knows what follows ... By then the famous daughter, from the maze of her piquant rivalry, has forgotten all the good things she promised.

In the palace, the famous daughter, lives happily with her three hundred boys. They adorn her golden crown with lapis lazuli; happy faces, the glitter her silky sandal; and the high princess looks at her servile boys and mutters - "it's me ..."

on the other side

rivers die

forests undone

earth perched 

and our little daughter, busy gathering the leaves of her life, sees her hopes wither like a flower in an empty vase

she yodels,

we have seen the bloody blood

we have seen the mournful arrow

we have seen the hateful heart

we have seen the heart of sorrow

for I sing so low and lone

for I kept my passion moan 

I have seen and I have sinned

for all the sins I have gleaned

an yodeling quake of fire I feel

form falsetto to falsetto 

I feel a tremor,

a feel of a chilling kill

no more I sing so soft and lone

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WINTER

Nascence smell of a cup of tea

Cold and torpid man in the sea

Hissing tea pot

A smell of a kiss of an "olden" me

SPRING

Why the earth has tilt and wobble

Why the kings and the warring noble

Fight for the diamond, ruby and ogle

Don't you know?

Singing and swinging from bough to bough,

For whom she saves her arrow and bow,

Don't you know?

Why blossoms bloom and nectar flow;

Don' you know?

AUTUMN

Nights are long and days shorter

Leaves are ripe and ripe with nectar

Nights are long and days shorter

Leaves are bright, bright and brighter

Goodbye and goodbye my dearest dear

SUMMER

Drenched in a drunken swelter, supine I lie on an unkempt couch. My eye in a pensive flight jumps off the window pane and out in the sultry sun ... Smitten sudden by a slender touch, an enamored heart of mine ... flew into an azure blue 

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Eyes were shut, yet my eyes could see a blossom; it was an evening full of sensuous apparition. It was a night that was dark and darker than a night - and the raiment, you wore, was dark and darker than the raiment, you wore. Eyes were shut and yet my eyes could spy thy blossom ...

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It's raining - after a week of sweltering heat, it's a God-sent. Newly sodded bermuda shall root well. It's raining cats and dogs. We sip our cups of morning coffee. It's still raining. It's raining horses and elephant.

It's a dance of the gaily rain falling on the creeks and rivers and ocean.

It's a dance of the singing wind - a torpid wind with wings on torment.

It's wind and rain; they clash and coalesce; they touch and hiss and kiss - thus they make a singing song and and dancing dance ...

Twine her sodden wisp of hair into mine

Raindrop plays its gaily to and fro

Lilac chiffon of hers I twine into mine

Raindrop plays its gaily to and fro

A pine in motion

Raindrop plays its gaily to and fro

A pain in motion

Raindrop plays its gaily to and fro

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Ginger touch of a gentle finger lifts my hair of an unkempt sin; I look up and look at the autumn moon. A trifling sin, I indulge in delusion of grandeur; I look up and look at the autumn moon.

Oscular sin of a gentle touch; I look up and look at the autumn moon.

Drunk in moonshine, I look up and look at the autumn moon.

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It rained and the flora was lush with vines.

Grapes were hanging still - still like a wailing drop of a painted tear;

And yet, beneath her slithering veins venom crouched

Indulgent, as she was; high in glory and toxic vain.

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a lofty heart, i mutter

listless and weary

a vicarious feeling 

i feel

inane and insipid as she is

once she dupes my heart

vacuous ennui as she is

twice she dupes my heart