I just wrote this in the last five minutes. Don't know why I felt the burning urge to write this one. I admire poets who can let their souls sing about their life - thus a healing begins. Then I wondered about the others..those that keep the silence of their soul:
I値l not let you know the inside of me you値l get none of that in my poetry the curses, the slaps, pulling of hair you値l get not a word of that in there
I値l tell you a tale of a maiden of old a knight, a knave, a king so bold I値l weave a story so fantastic and rare you値l never know if I was there
My soul is locked in silent supplication not open for any reader痴 edification go somewhere else for a confessional song you won稚 read mine here in this poet痴 throng
I have a wily mind you see, not all my poems are about me! I've written many of other things, frogs, fair maidens and bumblebee stings! If all that I say in my poetry is not of anyone else but me then this one thing you will surely see I must be a split personality!
If I can call you De, surely you can call me Pen. Five minutes, huh? Gosh, you know you got to give me some lessons. Now who said, "when the student is ready, the teacher appears?" Hey De, Pen is ready.
Thank you for you comments.......hmmmm. Ok, maybe it's a little bit of me in that poem. But now I'm scared, remember I wrote the poem about that huge zit - is that me? And what about my erotic poetry on the Adult Forum - that's definitely NOT me!
Pen, you may either e-mail me or catch me on ICQ and I'll teach you all I know - should take about 3 minutes!
Los Angeles, CA, USA