finding the wind blows once again

[shakespearjrthe3rd]

imagine. yes. no
can one find a HARK in the wind
i only fight to survive
or do i survive to fight

i question, i nary
but nary a time for time is now and harking thine angel is thy goal
but i musnt.
for it is sinful. 
yet, powerful

imposter. 
yes
his
sis
sus.
another one among us
but i cant find the time to vent my frustration.

can one find my harking soul.
how will i live. 
oh yes, he watches
it is his will, thine ass
thine divine judgement

i believe in the purple ass of one harking angel
for it is justice. 
a snap . a relive
a farm

hark. hark. balls.

[Alexandria Bouchelli Mozzarell]

While yes, undoubtedly a revival and fresh air compared to the pitiful state of your previous poems. And they were BAD like I'm talking buying a ford bronco after the OJ Simpson trial bad. Like so bad I could smell the stinking pile of shit wafting into my nostrils (hark) bad. This is okay

[anirbas]

I am sensing a former connection before you two cypher sauntered through the door. Your banter with one another is amusing, jovial, almost tender. Lmao.

Howsomever, your "poetical" offerings, the both of you, (yes, I've been reading these wee hours of the morning)
are refreshing, with a modernistic, popping now beat. Puts me in mind, of slam reading nights I've attended.