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Painting Poesy
By Violet Alonso
When every step alike to snow,
So gaily fought in depth to print.
Produced the poise of polished glow,
In blush his face lure cloth to lint.
Not so unearthed(no council made)
That heart of blame, to be revived
For love is so, a frocking doe
And white delighting duds,
beguiled.
Not tenable! ‘bereaved’ to leave—
a sponsored fate, of dynasty~
In Jacob’s lair: he sought the keen!
In title the Lord’s name.
Sweet milky peace an harbinger,
I wasn’t borne an err, to err.
But in God’s gleam, a soft careen
to appreciate the fair!
Winning Smile
by Violet Alonso
She so elegantly perked in her cheeks
a cluster of gathered thews and bands.
They met to dine and welcomed me,
sat me down in all hospitality
and served to shame
unscrupulous, harassing,
begging questions about myself.
I rasped, introspectively,
peeled the borders and thickets of
these waking thoughts
like a pack rat scavenging
for reason of this unsuspecting
grant.
I must have said
the most worthy thing
to be looked at so
genuinely.
And in a second, crushed.
I proposed the smiler:
to no indent–
or ardent–
approaching peace.
Or abated away,
that belated grief!
Helpless. Accustomed–
to this very scene.
A cuntling has won here,
and acquired a trophy.
This apostrophe I have:
my wuthering speech to conceit.
That every exclamation
inscribes the pillager’s coating,
posterity’s rumor–repose–
then deplete.
Announce that she’s won!
Yes. Here is her prize.