Poetic Thoughts In The Wee Hours
By: Felix Perry
Vagrant circumcised thoughts
in a world sadly obsessed
Honesty’s capabilities
by scholars undressed
Gorged on platitudes
like an old Aesop’s fable
Sate the poet’s obsession
hungry at the table
Silence-censured capsule
not abated with time
Evoked and evolved
by the writer’s design
Illuminated iconic pixels
trapped from my mind
Bits and bytes scavenged
what I’ve known left behind
Kaleidoscope transgressions
by constipated critics so wise
Write the memoirs of today
in sweet soft core lies…
A lot to digest so early, a brillo write.
Hugs
Cherrypie
A statement to which these lines attest.
Walt
Bless you.
Kathy
Love ya face Cuz,XOXO Rose
Love,
Susan
You have some great lines in here,
Vagrant circumcised thoughts
by the writer’s design
Illuminated iconic pixels
trapped from my mind
3 O'clock is the witching hours. Maybe I should try that like in the older days.
hugs,
Kathy
UNBELIEVABLE! These words are so important, and for you to put it all together like this! I love it!
I must keep this and reread often, it's a mind freeze thing!
Sleep WELL~!
STay Positive!
WArmly, Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeoox
WArm Hugs, Love, and Inner PEACE as you seek!
Well done, FEE
R~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Love,
Sage
I see the pearlers in your wee morning brilliance!
It's 5.40pm here in Oz and I wish you a peaceful, rejuvenating rest!!
In breath.....out breath..........
Love you Fee
Suzie xox :-D
I call them the venom hours, when, from the darkest and inner recesses I let the venom to go out before it chockes me.
Great write!!!
Georg