Open Poetry #42 |
Sammy the Dancer |
Brian23 Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 73Belfast, Ireland |
Sammy the dancer with an eloquence of Tyrone crystal Dancing among the green fields like a spirit filled pistol My hands are cracked and my feet worn down Admirations kept in silence hidden by a frown There is heaven with its Angles and hell with devils How dare I consider a status quo disheveled Love of riches impure, reign with a mighty force Never will poor idle dreams take a natural course I shall bake into a dried out crust as the years pass by While Sammy becomes the apples of vanity’s eye |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
great ryhming here love the theme |
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effjayel Senior Member
since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474At the Crossroads of Infinity |
Brian, you smooth talker you, it appears we may have kissed said blarney stone no? BTW, shoud that read Angels & not Angles? John |
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