These words are not to cut their lives in tears;
Not to condemn with fire, or them abuse.
But absolute is nothing; it appears.
Think through my true concern: the female use.
So what`s the axiom in terms of mind
If one develops dirty taste with mirth?
Do you allow the freedom; play heart-kind?
Or call indeed the world, a limit forthwith?
So homosexuality, what then?
Is it for thirst that drunks so madly drink?
I think they are to fondle women: men.
Their role does die when otherwise they think.
I don`t know much, but I of flowers do.
Their beauty`s sad if man don`t look them through.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Flamenco Flamingo by Ross D Tyler
- Владимир Британишский – Снились двое товарищей по Салехарду
- That The Night Come by William Butler Yeats
- Ox Tamer, The. by Walt Whitman
- The Disquieting Muses by Sylvia Plath
- The Invisible by Rixa White
- Владимир Костров – Бедное сердце болит спозаранку
- Epistle to Hugh Parker by Robert Burns
- Long Distance II by Tony Harrison
- The Dreamers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Nocturne by W H Auden
- Олег Бундур – Сторож
- Labels
- Farewell to Eliza (Song) by Robert Burns
- Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
