Dished Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
Dished
out a ration...of fire....
and
...... compassion.......(?)
senseless kow-tows foul each spree....
darned hard to feel much empathy.............
to be pure instrument of love....
whilst pulling off the velvet glove....
to err...divinely.... ') ......with a smile...
seems it's gonna take while....
in this lifetime...or the next.....
must improvise....so.... **** the text.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 4:12:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Intriguing work. I like poems that force the reader to think outside the normal parameters of stanza and verse and find a new path to the meaning.