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Best Poems From
ANTHONY FRY
(01/01/1939)
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In Old Age, Hope Is A Waking Dream.
Your body, makes my kettle boil for hot passion.
My heartbeats tumble, like pebbles in a stream.
Blissful desire for you, is hot like intoxication.
A treasure of wealth, in your sweetness and kind.
You to perceive, only possible in one true way.
Gladness will succeed, peace always to reign.
By chance, thoughts of secret passion remain.
A reason for love, all decisions in rich array.
Those other citizens, don't have your quality.
Your sensual nature, your verdant qualities.
My Queen of tribulation, is others misfortune.
God spreading beauty, performing miracles.
A pilgrims gratification, time crumbles things.
Magnificent old men, bewildering in meditation.
Aged angels rocking to and throe, mumbling low.
Simplicity is a friend, dwelling in two bodies.
Hot youthful play, just a passing compulsion.
Pleasures of your past, delicate fancies rejoice.
Body tastes perceived, from your perfumed skin.
For richer or poorer, both equalled love is love.
Beauty is like a spider, hanging in morning dew.
On a fine day, beautiful gay butterfly's hover.
Products of habit, with their crimson wings.
Daffodils idly dancing, in soft wind music tunes.
This day a sun sets, and every evening returns.
Those silent shadows, flitter through sunlit trees.
Me a proud peacock, twinkling blue eyes shine.
My forgotten wings, glowing in a radiant sheen.
Anthony Fry
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How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
Reading love in your eye's gives me pride.
I am floating on that lottery winners tide.
I am your ugly frog you lovingly kissed.
Turning into that handsome dream Prince.
How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
You treasure my sexy body essences pure.
Charming love pleasures divine for sure.
Our body odours sing affectionate songs.
Paradise concealed in your legs so strong.
How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
A stream flowing in paradise lasting forever.
Dashing country pursuits seeking pleasure.
Making love with an handsome Frog dear.
Your naked beauty outstanding and clear.
How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
Your tadpole eggs wriggling inside I adore.
Giggle on that dream cloud with you amore.
Pleasures amongst fragrant flowers all fun.
Under golden lightning of that sinking sun.
How Nice To Be A Naughty Frog!
Anthony Fry
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It's My Pride To Always Cast That First Spell.
My carefully practised black art curdles cows milk.
Casting spells on effigies, in nightly sects and rites.
Remember me and my cat, because I'm a sorcerer.
Spending our life's suspended in that supernatural.
See our attributed magic, mixed in a black cauldron.
Life is very realistic and so is my pagan commitment.
Last night was quite unforgettable conjuring spells.
Secret tali-en names, selected by our coven witch.
Horned animals are my favourite assembled dance.
Sex with those devils, means having no eye contact.
I can be seen dark nights, straddling my broomstick.
Awaiting on utilitarian stops, a night of a full moon.
Anthony Fry
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Kaleidoscope-Caps-Colours.
Sinking, Intelligence, Light, Vicissitude, Eaten, Race.
Gorilla, Onward, Lake, Disillusioned.
Bugbears, Romantic, Ode, Neologisms, Zoo, Enzyme.
Ain't, Mink, Beach, English, Royal.
Wind, History, Invertebrate, Today, Existence.
Radiation, Evolution, Death.
Blackberry, Love, Argument, Carnivorous, King.
Games, Riddle, Eyes, Youth.
Yesterday, Eternal, Liquid, Living, Originality, Wanderer.
Bluebell, Lips, Unaccountable, Enjoyment.
Boar, Revision, Ornament, Woman, Normality.
Organism, Rhymes, Aunt, Number, Gaze, Error.
Paper, Uncle, Rights, Pain, London, End.
Grandad, Respite, Emptiness, Excellent, Norse.
Pebble, Identification, Noontime, Knitting.
Anthony Fry
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