And This is the Poem by Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic

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And This is the Poem
by Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic

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Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic

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Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic,
philosopher and writer

And This is the Poem

And the man originated the poem, again.
God be with him.

And the man, who began a poem, heard a woman.
And woman was crying for help.
And the man left the poem and helped.
And woman left the man to render thanks.
And from the first row of the choir, woman
shouted to herd: “I am smiling again!”

And woman is announcing festivity, again.
Praise the Lord!

And the chuckling horde saw reflection
of the man’s blissfulness in her frothed tears.
And the herd ranted to the misguided
and the deceived: “You go, girl!”

And woman is hearing lustiness, again.
Praise the Lord!

And woman opened a new page
with old voices in a common environment.
And moist man was soundlessly passing the odor
of the disforested mountain in the abandonee.
And rumbling height was seeing woman’s dust
in the uncut eye of the man.

And woman is feeling urgency, again.
Praise the Lord!

And identical woman was begging
for equivalent help.
And the man heard the snake
in sheep’s clothing.
And unaffected man closed the zipper
at the page of the certitude.
And the snake undressed herself
in the mirror of woman.
And woman was peeling off the skin
to help the mountain of trees.
And from the last row of the sky, mountains
shrieked with the womanishly sweet
slang: “I am smiling again!”

And woman is scenting merriment, again.
Praise the Lord!

And the extinct horde saw reflection
of the man’s life that they never closed.
And the page opened at woman’s insides
within the story of the clearance volume.
And woman of many voices swam in custody
of the expansion slot, the environmental crowd
minced: “You go, girl!”

And woman is savouring distinction, again.
Praise the Lord!

And the last sentence could be the would-be:
if in this poem the man is not writing a poem.

And woman is not reading the man, again.
Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord, for He is Good.
Save the poem!

Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic,
philosopher and writer

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Urban Book Circle® (UBC)

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Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic
courtesy of UBC archives.

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And This is the Poem by Prvoslav “Pearse” Vujcic

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Last updated on September 6, 2018.
Published by Urban Book Circle on December 8, 2017
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