It was, I say, for sure, your turn
each post is capable to earn
a prompt and relevant reply
that is, unless you’re slow and shy!
A poem was dispatched to you
meanwhile, nearby, Australia Zoo
a friend while diving died at sea
it shattered many, also me.
So, write, sweet girl, you don’t offend
I always have an ear to lend.
I can’t take credit for this, it was sent to me
by John W. Hall for posting in his name.
the sight of flowers does surprise,their beauty, gentle to the eyestheir fragrance, lovely to the nosemuch poetry and welcome prosebut God made flowers, yes, indeedto give some beauty to each weed.The flower that you pick to keepcreates a wound so very deepand through the forest goes a sigha flower, plucked, will always cry.Please go to…
he is wishing it weresomewhat wise to inferthat the other not be truly slushy.As the world and its people live onand that rooster is just a capon,like a slippery fisha delusional wishand the birth of self-serving con.Now and then one meets people who smile,and one fails to perceive that it’s style.When one’s cravings are strongit’s…
and no more coming?
drift in the breezeas Nature sings.A few brave soulswho must be brighthave lofty goalsand claim the rightto leave safe groundand seek the sky,thus heaven-boundthey really fly.Persistent rumoursays that a boywith skill and humourand special toycan be a flyerjust like a bird.Flies even higher’til earth is blurred.And spreads his wingspeers through dark shadesa king of kings,an…
immersed in heatan endless beata heart to shareson et lumière,oh how it gripsa squeeze of lipsbless and possessand coalescetropical mushbe still, please hushsweet girl of lustwe surely mustnot move againput all into our mise en scène.
and holy duty, never mind the many bleachedand brittle bones that cover here the battleground.A private stood and raised a shaky voice:‘ Lieutenant, should we mourn the many dead? ‘The answer was, of course, ‘you men have once been boys’,and then he shot the little soldier in the head.
