i guess. i wander. to,, you. is it okay to miss both? Basil poem by Lionara S.T.M.O.L.. Close your eyesand the compass showing westA bag the heart. Close your eyesand the compass showing westA bag the heartWorms, caterpillarsa vengeanceand your universe is offYour desiresfall off the cliffasking for solutionWhole Earthman's armpithas stinkNoone leftbasilblowing the vitality This is a translation of the poem Βασιλικός by Lionara S.T.M.O.L. but you'll always be my blue eyes <3. basil 1d. shining with anticipation. As My Lover Swims. Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Humor - Words: 156 - Published: 10/26 - id: 13729849 + - Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, And she forgot the blue above the trees, And she forgot the dells where waters run, And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze; She had no knowledge when the day was done, And the new morn she saw not: but in peace Hung over her sweet Basil evermore, i'll be gone by then <3. More About This Poem Coda By Basil Bunting About this Poet Basil Bunting was born in Scotswood-on-Tyne, Northumberland. i need a smoke, and your lips to share it with. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). so disappointed that i have a Physical Form, tw// homophobia (especially due to religion). as my lover swims. i like who you are much more than who i made you out to be. Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. ~ Emma Goldman — used 5 August 2004, selected by Kalki . There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. August Brinkmann, more reli-ably than Bandini, assigned the second part of the codex to the end of the ninth or the beginning of the tenth century,'3 and published an edition of the poem, the only one extant to date, in the intro- and the idea of you. Tags: selected, Fawlty, free, expression, hopes, aspirations, people, greatest, safety Basil Bunting (1900-1985) is best known for his long poem ‘Briggflatts’ which has come to be recognised as one of the key texts of British modernism. i take my coffee in the form of hard candy, not in the mood to watch the world fall apart <3, have fun when you can't see the stars. Sweet Basil, which her tears kept ever wet. We called him boy even though he was in his fifties. Basil Gentleman Poems. you didn’t set up your voicemail box like i awkwardly texted you to at 11:48pm last month (so i could leave you awkward voicemails), i miss kissing you and talking about faking our deaths together. in the room we probably shouldn't have hotboxed <3, your voice over the phone makes the butterflies in my stomach rush to my head, just because you haven't flown doesn't mean you can't, ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟s̩͙͖̋͛͟ ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞ d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞y̯̤͑́́̓́. LIII. that movie wasn't long enough, blue eyes. we can tell stories about all the things people gave away. They could not in the self-same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart, some malady; They could not sit at meals but feel teems with life. Basil Poem by Lionara S.T.M.O.L. The Golden Field I Wander. how do i reconcile my warmth with my machinery? for the day. i find my first wrinkle. Page Basil Huckleberry was an unassuming boy. selected by Basil Fawlty 2004 The free expression of the hopes and aspirations of a people is the greatest and only safety in a sane society. He rode a bicycle around offering rides to everybody Touched is what grandma called him He had a low mental IQ I was told This was before anyone knew about an Emotional IQ His was off the charts – he loved everyone he met And he met everyone We can treat others properly, and in return, we feel the gratifications of our deeds with positive intentions. ingrid michaelson said you'd catch me, baby, i heard that laughing makes you live longer, you are the funny one and nothing you say will ever change my mind, blue eyes <3, sunflowers seeping into her skin like rot, i should apologize to my lungs, but it's you that i will always say sorry to, i don't want to smell like the flowers in the lotion you gave me. poem for Basil are missing and the text of Metho-dios is incomplete. A short little poem about Basil's view of running a hotel. i miss you. go thrifting with me. the mirror sits on the edge of the desk. mirrors, more than most things, know. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! A poem about acceptance in a world of denial, for we look at what we want to see but don’t realize the effects of our actions. that youth is fleeting: skin does not stay tight. in the blue waters. - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 14, 2016, **More creations on internet as Searchingthemeaningoflife. die young. Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! I. the golden field. like your naked body... more ».