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 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

WORSHIP is things sur-real godly;
Of that hate, of this love,
Of no life — thought will die:
May there be day. ■→More

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

O TELL me that in Fijian, darling,
In Fijian, tell me that:
They bring coffee in a galley,
In fief of love forbad. ■→More