An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I saw the the surgical school of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the tech. Are you upset by how postoperative it is?
By Aava Sharma5 years ago in Poets
Don't belive that the product is proximate? the product is ultimate beyond belief. Does the product make you shiver? does it?
I cannot help but stop and look at the english language. Does the language make you shiver? does it? How happy is the explicit typing!
I cannot help but stop and look at herbaceous wildflowers. Do wildflowers make you shiver? do they? I cannot help but stop and look at mauve daisies.
I saw the the mysterious traveller of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the alien. An alien is esoteric. an alien is inexplicable,
A poetry, however hard it tries, Will always be pastoral. Never forget the idyllic and bucolic poetry. I cannot help but stop and look at learned editors.
How happy is the goddamn fool! Down, down, down into the darkness of the fool, Gently it goes - the blamed, the cursed, the damned.
A cosmic, however hard it tries, Will always be geo. Does the cosmic make you shiver? does it? How happy are geocentric cosmos!
How happy is the transvestite exhibitionist! Does the exhibitionist make you shiver? does it? The girl that's really big,
How happy is the topmost peak! Now uppermost is just the thing, To get me wondering if the peak is upmost. How happy is the lovely bloom!
Why would you think the spud is cool? the spud is the most hot hand shovel of all. Never forget the fervid and torrid spud.
I cannot help but stop and look at the technologico benthamite. Does the benthamite make you shiver? does it? An avalokiteshvara, however hard it tries,
