Bonus Poem
F77
Riding the wave of
Floalogy
As I possess
And represent the finesse
Along with the poetic biology
As a whole when it takes effect
Doing nothing less
So feel me on this
As I reach and unleash
But also breach
Even after taking a seat
Attack from a lyrical and visual offset
And floetically whatever else
Because poetry is not through with me yet
And you can bet
That it and I will still be standing
Even after nothing is left
For floalogy and I
Are the keys and sum of my flowing style
And all the while stack and compile
More because at the door of the floetic horizon
Lies more floetry that is lyrically tantalizing
Ever surprising and no denying
The poetic force within
And on course as usual and will never bend
Yet take a strategic pause every now and then
For when poetry calls I just ask when
So let us begin
Once again
From now until the end
Convey and display
Form and make way no matter
The night or day
And always aiming to go higher
With a poetic heart on fire
Inspire and aspire
Floetic desire and ever so dire
And very realistic
Unique and with a blend of the simplistic
With overflowing characteristics
Along with seeing and being
Euphorically and categorically
And also simultaneously
Be the black the white and the gray in between
So fresh and clean
As this remains to be seen
Ever so bold
Cool and ice cold
And with a stylish flow
Never before seen or told
And being the very bridge
Between the new and old
And still a poetic anomaly
Yet visually and expressively feels and thrills
And at times at a standstill
Like cool words in the form of bold photography
For this is what it means
To ride the wave of Floalogy
FLOALOGY