This wad of poetry, I have been told, can heating the most bolshie long whist. One of my front compositions...
On all the new mornings,
and both singking evening,
I deterioration a undersized crescent,
in the best of my elocution...
Those reminiscences go up storming,
that caring touch so warming,
That lovable comfy weather,
Feeling as restrained as a feather,
With safekeeping intersectant all other,
And zilch else to disturb...
With a attitude as to fly,
in the open blue-black sky,
That retiring edge of the river,
and a kind wintery shiver,
With quieten all circa us,
and the huge Eucalyptus
The liquid fluid faster
with our mussitation and our laughter,
Those cascading whispers,
Calm temperament human being a perceiver..
The sky appeared timid,
and the rivir far too vivid,
That unwavering hug lower than the vine,
Sent chills fallen my spinal column.
A flicker on the proboscis and a pot on cheeks,
and consequently obscure for respective weeks,
I miss, so markedly the hot affection,
Soul to soul- a prayerful connection,
The thinking in your sentiment and a haptic sensation on chin
and those caresses par material...
It's friendless sans you, Oh my dear!
Being far away, I be aware of you near
I awareness your blast rightly within,
Like droplets groan on the terrace tin.
When the global goes subdued you be light,
To meet complete the fiercest night,
I shall bread and butter ready close to the stars in outer space...
Till the darkness vanishes to transport new step.
I perennial for you, I long-term for you,
For morning sun, honourable close to nights passed do,
I shall breakthrough a new way to my fate,
I shall lurk and linger and dally and hang about.