LISTEN!! DON'T FOLLOW RUMORS
BABY IT'S THE TRUTH
Baby All This Time,
I Thought You Were An Angel,
You're just an Astonishing Human Queen.
Baby Paused Today While Reading
So That Makes Two Of Us.
Usually I'll Stop & Listen.
Her Angelic Voice😘
Body Of Precious Diamond👑😍
Baby Let Me Examine,
I'll Be Your Geologist.
Sweet Baby I Blow Kisses
In Your Direction Daily.
Dadrii I Heard No Activities
While Hungry.
Me Blowing Kisses Before Meals,
Does That Mean
You'll be Taking
My Breathe Away Or Maybe Speechless?
Georgia It's A Crazy World.
I'm Not Scared
Baby Still Hold Me!!
'IF Love Is Only Once In a Lifetime'
Any Close Time? I'm Not Sure!!
Maybe 6'o Clock.
She's Lives Distance Away.
"So Me No AFFI Go Speed!!"
DG Hold Me💯😍
That's Permanent Happiness!!
There's A Time For Everything.
Baby Sadness Occurs Letting Go!!
Rumors!! You Only Live Once!!🤦♂️
Kiss Me Baby,
You'll Feel Alive Forever!!
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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