Freedom: Poemlet from Drawerling

the liberty is the golden bosom
a freedom—a diamond-like leaflet-home
an eagle needs also a bit liberty
I want to live in the freedom-beauty

the freedom—silvern periods dreamy birds
It is furthermore star from rubies
there are smaragdine propitious holts
source of meek-Apollonian actions

I am adoring today liberty
so that the heart sheens propitiously
the liberal act is mirth of miracle
freedom—the bewitched hands from sapphire

The Victory Ode to the Dreamy Peace

My poesy is for you—peace—invocation
that enchanted peaceful birds at adoration.

The peace as ghost needs also become a lily.
My fire for the sake of the peace flies blissfully.

I like valedictorians from Ivory Coast,
carrying a weird of peace such a druidic priest.

I see in winter muses the peace-like blossoms,
my tender heartlet of peace—the bee-like bosom.

My dreamery about the peace is indeed meek.
My poems are for the peace cute dream in the wind.

Hummingbirds feel Apollonianly magic vans.