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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
Reyvrex Questor Reyes Manila / Philippines, Male, 36

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  • POEM: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun (Sonnet 130) by William Shakespeare (1/23/2016 7:57:00 PM)

    (Inspired by this sonnet)

    Love Sonnet 130-A

    My love, caress me only with thine eyes,
    And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows,
    Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows,
    With thy damp breath which always brings the flies;
    Now, pour some Cognac, filled to flowing be,
    Or else, just kiss the brim of my wine cup
    Before you toast, and fully drink it up,
    Oft thou consumes the contents before me,
    Then call me from afar with shrill cat calls,
    To complement thy sharp and pointed claws,
    Which highlights all thine other childish flaws,
    That could explain, to some degree, thy falls;
    ........But mark to Heaven mine love's industry,
    ........That makes up for her lacking artistry.

  • POEM: My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun (Sonnet 130) by William Shakespeare (1/23/2016 7:38:00 PM)

    Love Sonnet 211

    My love has looks that kill, daggers in eyes,
    Of scented words, but venom in her tongue,
    A minute more of her, your longing dies,
    Another word, and you’re with satires stung;
    I know of raiment fine; her clothes can’t hide,
    Her being dressed is such as chickens are,
    The times with her that silence most deride,
    I often spend by viewing films of war;
    Her attributes, the Fates have given, yet
    Unlike Medusa, turned me not to stone;
    But mark, that faintest star in darkness set,
    Could be the brightest when alone has shone;
    ………The beauty to which eyes despaired,
    ………Excels best when to lesser peers compared.

  • POEM: 'Tomorrow Is Today' by Howard Savage (1/20/2016 8:31:00 PM)

    Tomorrow never comes. It is that elusive. Great thoughts.

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