Poetry Blogs (sorcery)

 I feel awkward without coffee

like chasing pert sylvans round Helicon's hills

constant under Urania's dissapproving eye.

Makes one want to get deep into the wood with goat footed pan

erection flailing wild for Bacchus rites.

Or better yet to smash skulls for the ruby juice 

thick Teutonic forest leaning close.

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Kohl                                                                                                                                           By : Mirza Sharafat

night has enveloped, to give me some relief
now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief

where blood quenches the thirst
disloyalty is faith last and first
is the religion my beloved belongs to

I beckoned, red and black r...

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