Aestival Affair Of Honour Poem by Lovita Morang

Aestival Affair Of Honour



Aestival affair of honour

Wintry warmth, festival of adorer,
I swordplay a word to the wise, stabbed by fear fairer;

Deadly rivalry of auld lang syne, swing by unrestricted,
Adorned aerie in acres in acrid, bottonhole accousted;

Yet seemliness brood, pome I grate in proportion,
Hoyle, by the books, as one thinks the best as devotion;

On up and up, open venetian blind to venture a guess,
fasten the fail-safe, footmark, march horseradish the hoarsh God particles, trace;

dainty, delicate rainless veldt dyed in the wool, praiseful in that hour,
Valorous taste of praire oyster, black plum sweetened the child's dread for fire, aestivalaffair of honour.

-Lovita J R Morang

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Why we dread fire, yet like black plum it sweeten the fear that fair
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Me Poet Yeps Poet 10 December 2018

o so nice do read my moms smiles and mothers day today thankx in advance

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Lovita Morang

Lovita Morang

Arunachal, Assam, india
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