Poetry · Writing

Faith

The black panther lives in the rainforest.

This is the home of Faith.

The promising work of a florist.

Home forever even as a wraith.

 

Enchanting the world with sunny kisses.

Always with you like a reprise.

True nature’s cheery missus.

In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.

 

Her beauty undeniable by all.

All wanted to see what she could achieve.

Impossible to foresee thee befall.

This panther bows as she takes her leave.

 

All panthers ache and weep.

Rest now in your beauty sleep.

 

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Poetry · Writing

Tradition

Wearing Black and Yellow

to all the games

that’s why we win, 

right? Head tilted to

the side

shunned from the light

one antenna down and one

up. That’s why we win, 

Right?

Everything on backwards, 

name breathing in the salty

fragrance of cheese and shit 

and never moving an inch, 

that’s why we win, 

Right?