Abstract Poetry by Rev.Bola
1.
He sucked his fill
Of the liquid pill
When all of a sudden
his dreams became real.
2.
'Come drink with me
my awful wine' said he
'Sip, look at the stars
They are mine.'
3
'Devour with me
my magic pill' said he
And let the quivering
down your spine.
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4.
He ate his fill
of liquid pill
Entirely of a spry
dreams popped up real
So, come for meal
imbibe my outlandish wine
Grasp naught of thirst
But sip, and feel the quiver
Down your spine.
5
'Come drink, with me
my awful wine' said he
'Sip, look at the stars
They are mine -
Come devour, with me
my magic pill' said he
A lingering down your spine.
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6
He ate his fill
Of liquid pill
Entirely of spry will
Dreams popped up real
Hence, 'come for meal
imbibe, my outlandish wine.'
Grasp naught of thirst
First sip, then burst
A quivering down your spine.
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7
'Come drink, with me
my awful wine' said he
'Sip, look at the stars
They are mine -
Come devour, with me
my magic pill' said he
A lingering down your spine.
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Poetry by Rev. Bola A
(Copyr - 6Aug09 - ARR)
Saturday, 8 August 2009
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