A perfect imperfect
is what I am,
with perpetual dreams
and peripheral vision.
A person of perverted desires
for personal gain,
the pain of Perdition hides
In a peroxide heart.
I need Perrier water
from a higher source,
to wash my soul
and even my percentages,
before peril brings repercussion,
and percale sheets are pulled,
to cover a perverse discoloration,
of a periwinkle countenance.
I perceive I perch on the perimeter of decision
in a non-permanent period of time,
but perhaps, in perspiration of agony,
I will garner perfume from the Rose of Perfection,
then, I can lay in perpetual peace,
while perfuse words, and final epitaph
will not perjure me,
saying- “He is dead, but he did not perish!”


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Elsie Duggan, Ernie, Autumn,
Susan B. Sheila, Anne
All these comments impress ME!!
I graciously accept this wonderful praise that you have all given me! I appreciate everyone stopping by and reading/commenting on my poems. Everyone is so great in support and encouragement. It is just so awesome! All these kind words makes me strive to be even better…Thanks so much!!!!!!!!!
CONGRATULATIONS, TOO, ON THIS FRIDAY THE 13th 'GIFT' OF A 1st PLACE WIN!!!
(smiles) Thank you Barbra, and also in regards to Fri 13th
It's awesome to be among friends:)