A Golden Calf Poem by Naveed Khalid

O terrible sea! of veneral amores
runs in deep sorrows,
needest not of fervent looks so vast
a scope at midnight lease,
ting'd with dismal shades of age-old grey,
a star-y velorum, sticks out his head
like a soring thumb impression,
o'ershadow'd by some lone bark
of a tree, beside a wreck'd boat
her majestic love of way too far, a broccoli,
outspread in leaves of autumn
from dust-cover'd page of thy book;
small minions that arise at clover-beach,
my shipwrecked dreams of first frost
her falling winter snow;
of plucked parsley half-way between
the carpet upon: a horse-shoe in the stable
lay barefooted;
of e'ery skipped beat down the lane
in amber woods, pricked with
a hawthorn, fiery flame of those blushed roses
that ne'er grew to light
against time's devouring hand,
half-so ill distempered brain cuts through vein
for smooth sailing, the blood-dimmed tide break
loose their oars to thee;
while musing o'er the dale in silent hours
of soliloquy, still wed to my thought
the eagle on wings, on wings, of darkened
earth's infernal grove; pays homage to the setting sun
in the backyard of rosemary garden,
hung aloft the ghastly night I still behold
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown
under the Archangel's brow.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Saturday, February 25,2017 4: 17 PM
1- Re-written on: Monday, February 27,2017 1: 37 PM
2- Re-written on Wednesday March 01,2017 2: 18 PM

* See the modifications at lines 25-26 on Friday 03,03,2017