“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Saturday, September 3, 2016
Rage is rabid
Rage is the creature with fangs
that cannot conceal those points
And snarls soft lips to show
not all poetry is Pleasant-but Passionate
And acute or cuspidate,
sparks spit fire from its place
that abstains mutation,
that ignites others-enflamed.
Insolence-I've heard its
verbal lashings, intentional trashing-
yet always with a lisp
as a magnanimous sycophant.
1st Pub.d 9/2/16.
Painting by Edvard Munch, Vampire, 1895 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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