What of this?
Of will-o'-the-wisps, of shaken auspicious stars.
To part the clouds like overflowed crowds, or the drunken men in bars.
Light a match and set a flame.
Live a life free of shame.
Oh, how we blame fame for the things and those who cannot, will not, be tamed.
To those summer pleasures and winter blessings and everything in between.
It's the haughty looks, those sleeping crooks, the goods that make us lean.
Give it to the knickknacks and hilarious fanny packs, the ones we hold dear.
The Earth, the Orbit, the Moon, the Sun, and things that don't seem clear.
Handing it to the unexplainable and unachievable and understanding confusion all at once.
The nagging wives, nagging husbands, those who make a fuss.
Give life to the will-o'-the-wisps, and moonlit kiss and shaken auspicious stars.
Take life and live it, leave nothing behind and savor it in a jar.
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Poetry: Old And New
PoetryThis is just a collection of poetry made by yours truly. Some of them are Old, like High School old. And some of them are New. Hope you like them. I'll try to update whenever I can.
