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65457338 - not-logged-in-917a099118db9921e1a6
65457651 - Sabine_Tuck
WINNER - 65465858 - BronteAlcott
65482595 - not-logged-in-70d812ab68e3629bc34c
65623681 - srasg56
65635728 - SusanMorley53425

65457338 - not-logged-in-917a099118db9921e1a6

Stain the Goddess' hands and arms
Pillowed in roses all the fruit
Pulses, growing still, though picked
For you on whom this anniversary
Is centred like a wheel of stars

A wave hold its crystal form
Like the coiffure of a belle
Then breaks into a million glasses:
Blue bearded Nepture gives
A coral-sculptured ship which can
Fleat balanced on a tear,
Or ride the ocean's forked storms,
Navigate serpentine rivers
From font to estuary
Or sink in the circle of a wishing well.

The gift of fire was Love's:
Flames to burn the crumbling
Tapestry of the past.
Fire is a metaphor
Of the creative flow of blood,
Of the badge of the lips,
Of the rubies on your breasts.
Such images surmount
The locket in my hand
With its burning periphery
As I loll beside the stream

(3)

Is Time among your visitors?
He is, but nude, unbearded,
Not as the insane destroyer
Hungry to subtract desire
From the total of your years
With sickle, serpent, duet -
He is this nude, unbranded
Boy who waits for you
On your birthday for this year -
Agile Opportunity.

Time would add a gift
To the elemental four
And he dedicates to you
A Summer fraught with double roses.

MAY 1949

65457651 - Sabine_Tuck

Stain the Goddess' hands and arms.
Pillowed in roses all the fruit
Pulses, growing still, though picked
For you on whom this anniversary
Is centred like a wheel of stars.

A wave holds its crystal form
Like the coiffure of a belle
Then breaks into a million glasses:
Blue bearded Neptune gives
A coral-sculptured ship which can
Float balanced on a tear,
Or ride the ocean's forked storms,
Navigate serpentine rivers
From font to estuary,
Or sink in the circle of a wishing well.

The gift of fire was Love's:
Flames to burn the crumbling
Tapestry of the past.
Fire is a metaphor
Of the creative flow of blood,
Of the badges of the lips,
Of the rubies on your breasts.
Such images surmount
The locket in my hand
With its burning periphery
As I loll beside the stream.

(3)

Is Time among your visitors?
He is, but nude, unbearded,
Not as the insane destroyer
Hungry to subtract desire
From the total of your years -
He is this nude, unbearded
Boy who waits for you
On your birthday for this year -
Agile Opportunity.

Time would add a gift
To the elemental four
And he dedicates to you
A Summer fraught with double roses.

MAY 1949

WINNER - 65465858 - BronteAlcott

Stain the Goddess' hands and arms.
Pillowed in roses all the fruit
Pulses, growing still, though picked
For you on whom this anniversary
Is centred like a wheel of stars.

A wave holds its crystal form
Like the coiffure of a belle
Then breaks into a million glasses:
Blue bearded Neptune gives
A coral-sculptured ship which can
Float balanced on a tear,
Or ride the ocean's forked storms,
Navigate serpentine rivers
From font to estuary,
Or sink in the circle of a wishing well.

The gift of fire was Love's:
Flames to burn the crumbling
Tapestry of the past.
Fire is a metaphor
Of the creative flow of blood,
Of the badges of the lips,
Of the rubies on your breasts.
Such images surmount
The locket in my hand
With its burning periphery
As I loll beside the stream.

(3)
Is Time among your visitors?
He is, but nude, unbearded,
Not as the insane destroyer
Hungry to subtract desire
From the total of your years
With sickle, serpent, dust -
He is this nude, unbearded
Boy who waits for you
On your birthday for this year -
Agile Opportunity.

Time would add a gift
To the elemental four
And he dedicates to you
A Summer fraught with double roses.

May 1949

65482595 - not-logged-in-70d812ab68e3629bc34c

Stain the Goddess' hands and arms.
Pillowed in roses all the fruit
Pulses, growing still, though picked
For you on whom this anniversary
Is centred like a wheel of stars.

A wave holds its crystal form
like the coiffure of a belle
Then breaks into a million glasses:
Blue bearded Neptune gives
A coral-sculptured ship which can
Float balanced on a tear,
Or ride the ocean's forked storms,
Navigate serpentine rivers
From font to estuary,
Or sink in the circle of a wishing well.

The gift of fire was Love's:
Flames to burn the crumbling
Tapestry of the past.
Fire is affil metaphor
Of the creative flow of blood,
Of the badges of the lips,
Of the rubies on your breasts.
Such images surmount
The locket in my hand
With its burning periphery
As I loll beside the stream.

(3)

Is Time among your visitors?
He is, but nude, unbearded,
Not as the insane destroyer
Hungry to subtract desire
From the total of your years
With sickle, serpent, dust -
He is this nude, unbearded
Boy who waits for you
On your birthday for this year -
Agile Opportunity.

Time would add a gift
To the elemental four
And he dedicates to you
A Summer fraught with double roses.

MAY 1949

65623681 - srasg56

Stain the Goddess' hands and arms.
Pillowed in roses all the fruit
Pulses, growing still, though picked
For you on whom this anniversary
Is centered like a wheel of stars.

A wave holds its crystal form
Like the coiffure of a belle
Then breaks into a million glasses:
Blue bearded Neptune gives
A coral-sculptured ship which can
Float balanced on a tear,
Or ride the ocean's forked storms,
Navigate serpentine rivers
From font to estuary,
Or sink in the circle of a wishing well.

The gift of fire was Love's:
Flames to burn the crumbling
Tapestry of the past.
Fire is a metaphor
Of the creative flow of blood,
Of the badges of the lips,
Of the rubies on your breasts.
Such images surmount
The locket in my hand
With its burning periphery
As I loll beside the stream.

(3)
Is Time among your visitors?
He is, but nude, unbearded,
Not as the insane destroyer
Hungry to subtract desire
From the total of your years
With sickle, serpent, dust -
He is this nude, unbearded
Boy who waits for you
On your birthday for this year -
Agile Opportunity.

Time would add a gift
To the elemental four
And he dedicates to you
A Summer fraught with double roses.

MAY 1949

65635728 - SusanMorley53425

Stain the Goddess' hands and arms.
Pillowed in roses all the fruit
Pulses, growing still, though picked
For you on whom this anniversary
Is centred like a wheel of stars.

A wave holds its crystal form
Like the coiffure of a belle
Then breaks into a million glasses:
Blue bearded Neptune gives
A coral-sculptured ship which can
Float balanced on a tear,
Or ride the ocean's forked storms,
Navigate serpentine rivers
From font to estuary,
Or sink in the circle of a wishing well.

The fist of fire was Love's:
Flames to burn the crumbling
Tapestry of the past.
Fire is a metaphor
Of the creative flow of blood,
Of the badges of the lips,
Of the rubies on your breasts.
Such images surmount
The locket in my hand
With its burning periphery
As I loll beside the stream.

(3)

Is Time among your visitors?
He is, but nude, unbearded,
Not as the insane destroyer
Hungry to subtract desire
From the total of your year5s
With sickle, serpent, dust -
He is this nude, unbearded
Boy who waits for you
On your birthday for this year -
Agile Opportunity.

Time would add a gift
To the elemental four
And he dedicates to you
A Summer fraught with double roses.

May 1949

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