Ann Bell Poems

into my eyes
he lustily savours
his kisses
ignorant of his
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today is yesterday's pupil
tomorrow is today's dream
nothing is going to come
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human race
in cradle
learns arms race
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pretty woman
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a predatory heart
catlike takes its prey
in privacy
where love
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he can't will his song
what's on its own sings
and rejuvenates
after each song.
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share food
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A camel's hump is ugly
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the gown of mist
worn by spring
how flimsy the weft
by human breath
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