Open Poetry #8 |
piece of mind |
monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
if i could i would realize the wood of my furniture is red hot for my bed in fire for Ted and i to mingle in the middle of spring valley growing barley wetting our appetite for peace in flight harmonious range of rows arrange soothing our mind colorblind to reality ahead of us in the bus of destiny to eternity realizing i am no poet i had to blow in the wind some more of my folklore animated all wrong for the world to see me hung insanity in action with the wrong potion forgive me for introducing my mind on the line pulling the string so tight aroung my neck right under the tree in bloom full of prune monique |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
I liked this poem very much, Monique! Elizabeth I'm grabbing my hat and coat I'm leaving the cat a note Quick call me a ferry boat-getting out of town! |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Sounds like this just came poppin' right out of your mouth. hehe. I liked it's sound when read aloud. Well written and enjoyable, and quite interesting. hehe. Take care. *Peace. |
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