Open Poetry #50 |
Adam's Son |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
A chip off the old block I am, No regard for propriety. Society's rules I condemn, I n'er get up until p.m. One thing on my mind, that is thee. As with the rest of Adam's kin, I am easily led by Eve. Some say my heart is made of tin, I merely nod at them and grin. I wear my lust upon my sleeve. Man, who has sprung from Adam's seed, Builders of nations; weakness for her. For her embrace on knees we plead, We have such a licentious need. She is love's grand entrepreneur. ©August 11, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
Great take on thangs Jerry Always enjoy your writing ~ Alana |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
And you, Alana, are a fantastic committer. Thank you. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
quote:I like this opener to your poetry, Sir! Totally enjoyed reading! BTS ...just bein' Bluesy [This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (09-09-2017 06:01 PM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Good to see you here today, Bluesy. Thank you. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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