Among the blob fishes the creepiest critters lives a goby – little one;
Among the diabolic harpy eagle dwells solo hornbill – cute one!
In the grotesque trees of deep woods stood a lonely bird – blue one;
In between the Voodoo lily survives blue daisy – pretty one.
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once again an amazing poem by you. Man you rock! ! ! ! :) 10++++ this was a masterpiece
'I and my shadow huddled and sat – loneliness lollygagged at us! I cuddled and my shadow mollycoddled loneliness yet it befuddled us' Immaculate words! And lines only a true genius like yourself could have devised....Brilliant work my friend.
You r using super vocabulary.... nice working sir...... Keep it up....... Write poems on Friendship
What a great poem, Harry! Well, all your poems are... This one quite touched me, you know why... Tick-tock, sounds the clock. Ticking away, the moments of a dull day. Tick tick tock, sounds a lonely heart's clock... Now we are both lonely for different reasons.
HQ poem! ! ! ! intellectual penning, elegant words.. It' s also an amazing poem, , , top marks! ! !
'He attacked with a dagger, robbed me off and left in me a beggar.' Truly such a magnificent poem!
Loneliness`s abetment hourglass since the solo sung by corax to be morning and we became mortal to be followers quid pro quo to know and to predict is an odd afforcement But still the heart yearns the numinous endorsement to win over Esse quam videri from the obsequies as mal-spirits in a cadaver`s dance Scrawny lizards we are tails broken still followers of Hydras But love will be janitor of love, a sword of Damocles And life has to fall on grass and asphalts born the day begun But frogs still fidget a maddening nemesis for whereas life stopped its chompy chunkys, its goody goomys, fannics and ploppy puddles and then its zippy zingers, the wall-eyed walrus until the luscious lips and we men as muggers in the oral octave which became nothing but poetry.Yours one is an inflatable boat of the sea-shore...i feel one day the rattrap peddler in his careering steps finds a meddler pierced with precesion...i will be then a bird who chirped once near a brook and became history..
Thank you for such a beautiful running commentary on the poem 🙏🙏👍👍