Now playing to the tune of your heartbeat Cradling the thoughts your troubled mind may excrete Wait for them to ripen for something sweet Then returned to you as a refined treat As each note rings so too will they marry Once discordant, now to the contrary Though how your heart sways may still yet vary Be comforted it's not stationary #poem #poetry
You. ⌂re. ⌂ st⌂r. Would you be interested in contributing to my forthcoming ⌂nthology (I'm ⌂n editori⌂l entrepeneur, ⌂s well ⌂s ⌂ poet of fe⌂rsome reput⌂tion), titled TROLL POETS OF ⌂LL STRIPES H⌂NDLE SC⌂TOLOGIC⌂L SUBJECT M⌂TTER WITH UNEXPECTED ⌂ND NOT⌂BLE CL⌂SS: VOLUME I? In my opinion, you seem like ⌂ perfect fit for public⌂tion, WC. H⌂h⌂, WC. Like the hum⌂n di⌂lect⌂l word for the lo⌂d g⌂per. Wh⌂t do you s⌂y, p⌂rtner? <:
The temptation claws at my mind But what you see is a mere rind Within is a troublesome kind It may leave you feeling confined
H⌂h⌂, b⌂rs, friend! W⌂tch: Poets' hubris sticks us down, Swirls ⌂round the g⌂per's frown Of glubbing frothing le⌂vings, how It dims our poets' town... But lo, ⌂nd le⌂p! Wh⌂t's this, ⌂ song?— By P⌂uzxi Eltris, not so long ⌂ f⌂mous wordsmith, courtesy Of (e)books peddled ⌂ll by ME! Celebr⌂te! The c⌂sh rolls in! Oh h⌂ h⌂ h⌂ h⌂ h⌂! See? We ⌂re h⌂tched from the s⌂me hive, ⌂ren't we? St⌂rs! :>
Wonder! A plunder! One blunder could have my ego sundered So says my mind in its grief 'Magic'? It's tragic So fantastic could be this dynamic And yet risk is my motif
Your r⌂mbunctious verse ⌂w⌂kens ⌂ writhing be⌂st in my never-so well-squeezed ⌂nguish bl⌂dder! ⌂ "blunder"? P⌂uzxi? Impossible, I s⌂y! <: S⌂y, would you be interested in ⌂ttending ⌂ recre⌂tion⌂l Sl⌂m Poetry semin⌂r with me this week, if you're in the ⌂re⌂? W⌂tch out, ⌂s it is ⌂ very exclusive event! I don't bite if you don't, h⌂h⌂! :>