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by Sherry Caayupan Mar 8, 2016
Internet slang /
A bashaw speaks of my broken heart,
he bawls my easing mind with his auspicious tricks,
i stood barefaced of this love's hackneyed part,
a role already musty of time's pricks;
an innocent bantling resembles this guileless soul,
the basking perplexed her sleep,
bawdy of the butterfly kisses that clamored,
love has become abhorrent in the night when she weeps;
an endless prate runs in her veins,
she beaconed his eyes with her beatifying lips,
a light glaring that makes no bane,
love will endure love-lorn hanging on a cliff;
an abetted lover turns the page,
her means not abject to a threadbare life,
love's banderole sways in the air,
a love loving and never trite....
I really like this poem because it reads very slowly and has a beautiful pace to it. This makes it feel more profound and with substance. Sometimes it might have felt a bit cheesy, but I cannot fault you for that; it worked really well.
by Sherry Caayupan
hi....how have you been? it's been over a year now...thanx for the comment you gave on my piece "An imperishable fondness"...I wonder when you'd come online again... ;) (hugs)
You have nice poems....even though there are only a few of them....their nostalgia just lingers once read.. ;)