Poetries Compilation

Syzygy's sobriquet: scrummy schatzi ll Eclipse

              Syzygy's same – sunflowers sprouting succinctly sward.

               Splendiferous, satisfaction seems.

               Safety, serenity, sedulous – seemingly selcouth.

               Say, surmised she's shirty?

               Syzygy's scallywag, snag she'll surely show some snigger.

               Scrutinizing she's surreal? Stare scrupulously - spherule should 

               see.

               Such sky - stelliferous scintillates. Still skeptical? Supposing 

               she's snollygoster?

               Stravage, Syzygy's sophrosyne. Shun, stiver, succumbing 

               she's – seductress.

Expectations that are set as high as a mountain. A lad such as me, a vespine, yet are always walking on a steep hill. A strang girl who can plant her poles, knuckling down to reach the top. Suspiration I let out, and surrounding people kept on encouraging me to hitch my wagon to a star. Pondering if I'm a schlemiel, who's just letting the grass grow under my feet. I thought climbing is like beating a dead horse. Feet stomping, making headway until I foresee the wonderful panorama. It is a shoot for the moon to have come to the top, striving hard, so I could experience nefelibata. It's eldritch, howbeit I'm giving you a heartsease, for I'm a scrummy schatzi.