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EXTENDED METAPHOR POEM. A MORE ANCIENT MARINER THE swarthy bee is a buccaneer, A burly velveted rover, Who loves the booming wind in his ear As he sails the seas of clover.
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A MORE ANCIENT MARINER THE swarthy bee is a buccaneer,A burly velveted rover,Who loves the booming wind in his earAs he sails the seas of clover. A waif of the goblin pirate crew,With not a soul to deplore him,He steers for the open verge of blueWith the filmy world before him. His flimsy sails abroad on the windAre shivered with fairy thunder;On a line that sings to the light of his wingsHe makes for the lands of wonder. He harries the ports of the Hollyhocks,And levies on poor Sweetbrier;He drinks the whitest wine of Phlox, And the Rose is his desire.
My heart is a purse You should look into it before you go out Looking into it will tell you who I am Inside it holds many things Filled with memories and necessities It helps to beautify me Carried along wherever I go Many people can’t find what they’re looking for but I do right away If empty, it is useless.
Love is a tree Reaching up toward the sky It blossoms at the sight of your radiant face It roots itself in your gentle spirit It branches out into all my life and is watered by sweet words from your mouth.