2016: EB POETS EXERCISE XXXIX
Midwives of God
Bash’s laid maid came sudden
Accursed, for God to hate a craddle.- Leon
Joy, for you i waited, anxious, your first cry,
But alas you came, not the son i sought- OracLe
Vera, the shell of night has cracked, giving birth to a baby sun
Between its cradle and grave lies the reason we prowl the earth. – Tee2emm
Hypermind, did thou ever see the freckle I used against your curves that I made?
I hid the last penny of that tingling feeling in the same jealous purse-Rudolph
Tom, from the whims of this seamless attraction, the dawn of a new empire
Still, i don’t know if to smile or frown.-Vera
Oracle,oh Oracle why did you turn down my message to the gods?I can hear her cry.
Why did you clothe me with this feeling of rue and strip me off my clothes of joy-Bangwan