Open Poetry #12 |
hair in my alphabet soup |
monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
i hear you are here all year around the corner drinking beer talking words falling to the rear Who am i To tell you hi Without saying goodbye If I choose to write a prose Would you still pose As we kiss the rose I saw no lemon In you brown eye chiffon Teaching me a lesson I must be out of my mind To suck life behind Your grind Now what is so bouncy And cannot use mercy To see you so fancy I am in my house Looking at your mouse About to pounce Manner me not my dysfunction Helping you was a pleasure It might not have been the the will of God She talking about me Was up on more mountains that i could climb Judgements with an s I don't know if i can handle all of those In sin we did the wild thing And it had to come to an end monique |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Your final couplet pretty much says it all,monique... |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Monique, Soup for the soul, last two lines do sum it up well, enjoyed the read, thank you. Love, Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. We have to be reminded that He exist!" (Writer Unknown) |
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monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
bonjour dear people i should have called it confession but i feel so much like a hair in a soup the way i come on to passion i cannot write as much poetry as you all do but when it comes it feels good very good |
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