Stylized Emotions I

Dory Newell

Description

Having studied the poetry as human emotions, I still feel helpless towards poetry that I did not reach and that I am still trying to explore. The present collection is an expression of the effort for poetry, of this struggle in who, for whom I feel obliged to conduct it, as an education in purpose and as a legacy to myself; so that I can live within myself.

Sujets

• Themes
• Subjects
• Poetry
• Erotica
• Love

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 11 février 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456636906
• Langue: English

Extrait

Stylized Emotions I
by
Dory Newell
February 2021
Table of Contents
Title Page
Ecstasy
Pride
Hope
Conscience
Faith
Closed
Fly
Readiness
Incapable
Sad
Lost
Divide
Ecstasy

S oul made of thick flesh
Coagulant
Like the earth's chest
The light
And the darkness
A kiss
You kiss it until you turn it off
Numb
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E very yard speaks with songs
Each song is written with petals and stems
The stems erupt the evil spirit
Air slips on your esophagus with his stick
And now you are baptized
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M ars is always hiding behind pansies
It builds trees hidden in the cyclamen
And you will learn it deep in your fleshly soul
The thickener
Like unconditional love
When very surrendered anymore
Written off the soil
The fate you wear
You will have deleted the ports
And the human capes of the cellars
You will be beheaded with swords
Sharpened in your childish steps
In your children's toys
In the children's secret conversations of deafness!
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O h how strange everything !
Mysteries are circulating on the boulevard
Like cars
But, without permission
Diploma
Security
And whoever they press
That is, you, the dazzling professional
Mute him on call
The willing and foolishly hospitable
The open-hearted dumb
They leave him on the spot
On the road
Helpless
Flooded blood
With perforated viscera
To roll from inside... asphalt
Cypresses love children
Wells
Speech seas
With the silver of the magicians
Sirens
Sirens
Sirens constantly...
We have not been defeated yet.
Our voices are ringing, the stones are enduring.
In front of the paths a thousand cypresses, myrtles
ripe vines, swamps and burning olives,
green sword wheat, fennel and chamomile.
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