Of 3 angels and the loss of 3 wings

The like of time scape
Of yore hats and speed obituary
3  maidens of latter space
will bell the maiden cat
All in all 9 galore.

Queen Brittle sheen no more
One down some to go
Hidden graves
Mossy grass
Tell us true where u lay.

Screen what you showed
Seems a faint of glow
And my dark dream a lie
And the princess glow
Again.

Then if not the
Bee beware
Then next is the honey comb
Of bees
Sweet bliss for ever.

as if poetry is all lie

Trumpets of Saffron

The words of  triumph say
no longer
swells like this selection
of nonsense.

Fuel lesser than Beer
being stronger
wells up like tears
of somesense.

Beauty is non truth
lie scam
media oceans stories wrong
of tides.

Keats
why
do
you
still
prosper/

Emerald Isles

Kiss the Sun
stem flow
dreams
promises
days
dates.

Of yore gone
saffron hue
American
guns
bullets
names.

The Emerald Isle
swelling tide
long
waves
foam
water.

Of the kind
Tsunami
non foam
Earth of the quake
long flight
to nowhere.

Let numbers
say truth.