Inner me was a child
Some time, long ago time past.
Abandoned, forgotten,
It gets bored.
Category: My verses
Rhyme by Teresa Pelka.
Job’s Tear
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"Very well then", said He, we remember —
"Into the hand that roams the earth;
But you do not touch the man". ■More
Autumn Pier
AT the autumn pier, there we were,
Almost all, grave and solemn
Our mercies turned one stone;
Deaf a bit, to old tongue,
Our souls told the verses. ■More
A Tale of Progress
Far, far away, and not anywhere near,
Of a time too obscure to give a date clear,
Think, there was an animalier
Expecting aesthetically to cohere
If they’d endear ― an engineer. ■More
Age as After Another Poet
For the rind’s breathing revel,
Every walk dares the devil,
In eager with life love affair:
Young age keen on colors of passion,
Old age preen in tinctures ashen,
To tedium ― all give the air. ■More
The Statistic Helen
THE statistc Helen, though intent,
Wasn't born Hippolyta to befriend;
In common such an airy bit,
Ha'p'orth indeed, so petite,
An illiberal, bigoted detail,
Apt, word-province
Grandeur to belittle,
Most oft no voice, merely
And not a stop:
Should we not just have it chopped? ■→More
The Matter of Worship
WORSHIP is things sur-real godly;
Of that hate, of this love,
Of no life — thought will die:
May there be day. ■→More
Evolution as the World Knows It
A WISE guy with a smart one came together to conclude
On causes and drives, to man’s evolution, the prelude ―
Would the glibness in the species have been devolved
From another mundanity, as voluble, as resolved? ■→More
Mermaid Contemporary
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TELL me that in Fijian, darling,
In Fijian, tell me that:
They bring coffee in a galley,
In fief of love forbad. ■→More
Face the Embellishment of the World
TO face the embellishment of the world,
Look up into clear nocturnal skies;
Let your mind dive in the tender glimmer:
Forget the day. Forget the earth... More→
After the Rain
ROSES may come to differ,
This, at some times, they do
And unveil a true interest:
The beyonds latest hue... More→
Eagle Breath of Heaven
THE eagle takes heaven full-breath.
A conqueror, below,
State within bracelets mundane,
Is at the gate for all... More→
Highways of the Skies
GREAT pace of horses wild
A wind runs past a mountain peak;
The bop trades, indeliberate
Of the speed at full swing... More→