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Addicted To Verse
I've thought of ways
how this heart may express;
Tons of melancholy
and happiness,
Gallons of tears
and towering pile of wits;
Only one way is the best,
by doodling a verse.
The sun is a golden stone
made by two hearts in love,
And the moon's a memento
of yestdays despair above.
The morn refreshes
each dreamers broken dreams,
While the dusk stands as
a challenge to conquer fears.
Though I'm in the midst
of a labyrinth of reefs and shoals,
And the world cast
the deepest gloom upon my soul!
Still the heavens,
hurls me smiles with fever,
While the moon drops a glamorous light
over the glassy face of the water.
Though power of words
can't limn all things;
This frantic mind,
of pondering won't cease!
Like this chaste night sky
with stars ablaze;
I'll brag in bliss
of being addicted to verse.
Copyright 2001, Noel Caliston
Dip Me In Styx
So frigid night as cold as ice
and as tremulous as quake;
This poor mind was ragged
and tattered.
Immured within the attic,
drowsed by the arctic wind;
I was annoyed,
so of heat I prayed.
When the incessant night
was said and done;
Hid its might
and the monsoon's gone.
So I rouse abed
in dismal shape;
Felt the breeze
and smiled a bit.
A vivid morning,
I was an early bird;
The day greet me
with fervid breath.
Immersed in sweat,
weary and passionate;
I was irked, so I wailed
that in Styx "Let me take a dip!"
Copyright 2001, Noel Caliston
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