Up-On

dumbest poem in days

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This is one of those stupid trick poems— a buddy of SNZ gave me six words to poem.

stars, wind, emotions, peace, desire, radiant

Up-On—like upon ..get it.

Do stars desire
the constellations
of our conceits

A win of others’
emotions on the wind

Once radiant, We
ravish their entropy,
and too busybody
past a peace
too dim

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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