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Pay Tribute
by Philip F De Pinto
As we idle near plots
No motor hums but these who
Reside beneath pay tribute to reticence
So hush hush sweet chalot
The shape of our silence
Is no concise science
And is a behavior learned
Nor for you or I
To enumerate into each others eye
Such stars as watch the moon burn
A witch trekking across
As would sod buster grooved in your bun's hot cross
Who knows what engines these
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Who've turned to wean
On silence might still turn
12/27/2015 Posted on 12/27/2015
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 01/05/16 at 01:15 AM Happy Birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday Mr. Poet Pres Happy birthday dear Philip (typing it here, albeit one day late me thinks, just to make sure it goes somewhere and not in la-la landski... x0x0x0x0x0x0xx0 |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/10/16 at 07:41 PM As unnatural as are natural plots, you have nurtured them to a state of exposition. |
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