delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

of the during-life...
abjurists..... appear
as bedeviling wraiths....
hanting corners,
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the silence writ
ten on
the walls
off fenced
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has a spring in her step...
goods in her gracious...
a rat in her pack
with a corn on her monstrance,
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archipelago
both fruminous and scathey
poesy from the shores of it
could be plush-backed or lathey
...

appeared and a bit later evaporated...so, this is a test.....

the ability to comment has been restored...which is wonderful...but who can comment on vanishing poems.....something ghostly this way comes...and goes.....unending mysteries...givething and takething, , , , h'mmmmmmmm...
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in a cage atop the fridge
when the clock has ticked to ten
he shall be free again
I'll carry that kitty to freedom
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ripe grapes grow highest
fox leaps joyously upward
falls to earth hungry
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and adjectives, too...
supply gerunditties...
some adverbs, do strew...
as sly as vulpindaring
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from
the old alder's trunk...
his root-feet
now
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dipped his beak in somethin' sweet....
sweet as a green sky
just after streaks of red-gold-pink
catch the last fire
...