- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Angels
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Click hereAngels, angels, beautiful coruscating angels.
Angels who fly by, angels who laugh and sigh.
Angels in my hair, make me feel so rare.
I love the sound of “Angels”, rolling off my tongue.
There is nothing more beautiful than my guardian angel.
For allowance of my humanity and affection in my lark’s.
Angels enjoy never ending, acrobatic, Al Yankovic, river of laughter.
It’s a crazy medley of angels.
And with no reason to cry, be honest in their eye.
Beatific, my angel fair, to enrapture creation there.
Outside time and space, obliviously, forever young.
In masterful epiphany and to orchestrate my coincidence so well.
For naught shall ye find, ambition, there among bright hearts.
And stretch those explosive, spectacular wings, in true rapture.
The Mystery Valiant
8-11-2002
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoThere is nothing more beautiful than my guardian angel. I believe that is the true meaning of this touching rendering.
LeBrozover 17 years agoSay that again;
And you may want to,
Just to feel this piece rolling off your tongue,
Like the poet wants "Angel" to roll off his tongue.
