gri_2003_m_46_b05_f02_022
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- 68875458 - altheist
- WINNER - 68991508 - jesseytucker
- 69831072 - pogostickies
- 70841790 - darryluk
- 71013239 - Preacher357
- 71414825 - ssalinas_00
68875458 - altheist
AHA, WHO?Obscurity belongs to poets
Who do not always know
The animal in the fingers cage,
The real sound effect of a page
Crossed by sighs of sails that grow
(In wind) like flower - the girls of poets.
Obscurity is shared by you
My reader and implicit muse
Unless you can put this poem in your hat
And take a poet by his ear from it.
The conjuring tricks of owls is known to you
Who make of their "hows" a sound like "who's".
Who's indeed this unsigned poem
From a poet, sent by love.
The snow is tinsel on a heart,
The veil is snow upon a belle:
The mask is the work of a white owl
Whose wings criss cross above
The known-obscure part
Played by someone in the anonymous poem.
For Sylvia: 14th February, MCMLII
WINNER - 68991508 - jesseytucker
AHA, WHO?Obscurity belongs to poets
Who do not always know
THE ANIMAL IN THE FINGERS' CAGE,
THE REAL SOUND EFFECT OF A PAGE
CROSSED BY SIGHS OF SAILS THAT GROW
(IN WIND) LIKE FLOWERS--THE GIRLS OF POETS.
OBSCURITY IS SHARED BY YOU
MY READER AND IMPLICIT MUSE
UNLESS YOU CAN PUT THIS POEM IN YOUR HAT
AND TAKE A POET BY HIS EARS FROM IT.
THE CONJURING TRICKS OF OWLS IS KNOWN TO YOU
WHO MAKE OF THEIR 'HOWS' A SOUND LIKE 'WHO'S'.
WHO'S INDEED THIS UNSIGNED POEM
FROM A POET, SENT BY LOVE.
THE SNOW IS TINSEL ON A HEART,
THE VEIL IS SNOW UPON A BELLE:
THE MASK IS THE WORK OF A WHITE OWL
WHOSE WINGS CRISSCROSS ABOVE
THE KNOWN-OBSCURE PART
PLAYED BY SOMEONE IN THE
ANONYMOUS POEM.
for Sylvia: 14th February, MCMLII
69831072 - pogostickies
AHA, WHO?Obscurity belongs to poets
who do not always know
the animal in the fingers' cage,
the real sound effect of a page
crossed by sighs of sails that grow
(in wind) like flowers - the girls of poets.
Obscurity is shared by you
my reader and implicit muse
unless you can put this poem in your hat
and take a poet by his ears from it.
The conjuring tricks of owls is known to you
who make of their 'hows' a sound like 'who's'.
Who's indeed this unsigned poem
from a poet, sent by love.
The snow is tinsel on a heart,
the veil is snow upon a belle:
The mask is the work of a white owl
whose wings crisscross above
the known-obscure part
played by someone in the anonymous poem.
for Sylvia: 14th february, MCMLII
70841790 - darryluk
AHA, WHO?Obscurity belongs to poets
Who do not always know
The animal in the fingers' cage,
The real sound effect of a page
Crossed by sighs of sails that grow
(In wind) like flowers - the girls of poets.
Obscurity is shared by you
My reader and implicit muse
Unless you can put this poem in your hat
And take a poet by his ears from it.
the conjuring tricks of owls is known to you
Who make of their 'hows' a sound like 'who's'.
Who's indeed this unsigned poem
From a poet, sent by love.
The snow is tinsel on a heart,
The veil is snow upon a belle:
The mask is the work of a white owl
Whose wings crisscross above
The known-obscure part
Played by someone in the anonymous poem.
foe Sylvia: 14th February, MCMLII
71013239 - Preacher357
AHA, WHO?Obscurity belongs to poets
Who do not always know
THE ANIMAL IN THE FINGERS' CAGE,
THE REAL SOUND EFFECT OF A PAGE
CROSSED BY SIGNS OF SAILS THAT GROW
(IN WIND) LIKE FLOWERS - THE GIRLS OF POETS.
OBSCURITY IS SHARED BY YOU
MY READER AND IMPLICIT MUSE
UNLESS YOU CAN PUT THIS POEM IN YOUR HAT
AND TAKE A POET BY HIS EARS FROM IT.
THE CONJURING TRICKS OF OWLS IS KNOWN TO YOU
WHO MAKE OF THEIR 'HOWS' A SOUND LIKE 'WHO'S'.
WHO'S INDEED THIS UNSIGNED POEM
FROM A POET, SENT BY LOVE.
THE SNOW IS TINSEL ON A HEART,
THE VEIL IS SNOW UPON A BELLE:
THE MASK IS THE WORK OF A WHITE OWL
WHOSE WINGS CRISSCROSS ABOVE
THE KNOWN-OBSCURE PART
PLAYED BY SOMEONE IN THE
ANONYMOUS POEM.
for Sylvia: 14th February, MCMVII
71414825 - ssalinas_00
AHA, WHO?Obscurity belong to poets
who do not always know
the animal in the finger's cage,
the real sound effect of a page
crossed by sighs of sails that grow
(in wind) like flowers- the girls of poets.
Obscurity is share by you
my reader and implicit muse
unless you can put this poem in your hat
and take a poet by his ears from it.
The conjuring tricks of owls is known to you
who make of their 'hows' a sound like 'who's'.
Who's indeed this unsigned poem
from a poet, sent by love.
The snow is tinsel on a heart,
the veil is snow upon a belle:
the mask is the work of a white owl
whose wings crisscross above
the known-obscure part
played by someone in the
anonymous poem.
for Sylvia: 14th February, MCMLII