Sporting the oak

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Sporting the oak

The graduate hat is looking rather glum

The pearly-gate beckons around the corners hum

So before I Skip Ahead Of Judge Dreads Banter

With his hardy check-list clatter

I chuck the cross with an admiring departing daisy petal

While dumping the holy molly rolly Polly pray map sign in the preceding second

Trojan horse gallops bonfire hooves stewing a fitting dusty pair

Dares, to swipe Wisdom’s ruby glow before Orison sails to the pillow’s lair

Bungee cord snot hangs from the phantom dead crop pasture leggings

He saw a cadaver, they shacked hands with caster

The pacifier junkies screamed out: Grim reaper cheats at hopscotch

Fond lot, most prosperous plots monkey ops scotched to catch banana pops

The ship card in the captain’s only treasure trove will be lost once storms settles

Perched feathers blissful hovering upon days gone a float

Wilt strips tips, just to clutch petrified plumage at its pollen high

Moments of happy wrinkle scars heal faster than a tearful rest-bed

So to stay downwind from the blood hounds working the pick-up and drop down shroud

I hung my mirror image upon a frozen stake and ice-fished for rare tugs to tilt starboard

Of course proud bacon grilled for the pigsty super militant corp.

T heard begs to be brushed then scream out aloud

Now brasill is the handy dandy candy panky

Rup it well, the barb sits well upon the gilded rim

Outer limit vortex lets out a t-rexs for stepping stone grandeur gimps

P had a brain, shaved its high-brow to blend in

The glutton pandemic so parcel of your digs for a spin

Hurl-out when your belly shouts-out for a tickle

Fizzle ripple dry puddle to refresh the deserts oasis trickle

Nerve temple sports its oak

Latch key mark taken of the top yoke

House without windows with the best sunrise in the world’s ark

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Phatom’s Poems (23)

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First Sight 1
Once upon a red moon 1
Sporting the oak 0
Procrastinati
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Watch grass plume 0
Ghost bust 1
Cupid's sickness 0
First mark 0
I SEE KNOW 0
FLUSH IT 3
Koch 0
Lottery gaze 1
Imitative Boast 2
What, what 1
One Word 4
Pun Wars 2 0
Pun Wars 2
Complex Crashing 3
SOS 0
Light the kettle 2
Blank state 1
Flushed 2
1st light 1