Open Poetry #38 |
My last slotted - allotted words |
Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Thank you Greeneyes in all your faces on the site Dave Fingers danced watching steam On a journey reaching within yourself Riding a ticket you never purchased And then I dreamed I was asleeping by my shack Head over heels I was leaning back Listening to a man telling me I had no place for where I be Sun was low over me that day Sun was high and he had that day Didn't do his brain away Man was talking cotton Wool flustered brain Sweat trickling on the beat Of his summer rain And I sang Man I am sitting sweet Ain't no way I getting heat You have no place to go I am here and singing low Up my beat to my song I am here You won't be long Cause I am honest don't you see You are intelligent not me So take your time Tell me more Cause you are the man I'm working for Don't know why he went away Suppose he felt he couldn't stay I never heard him complain at all Not that I can recall So I sit in my shack And just think And relax Till the tax Come back Dave |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Captivating rhythm and visuals, dear Dave. Love, Margherita |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Your words amaze me Dave, I make me think. Enjoyed the read. :-) Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
Margherita Captivating rhythm and visuals, dear Dave. Love, Margherita Someone once criticised someone else The guy said 'Why are you criticising me' and not him The guy said 'he doesn't know any better' and maybe that was the start of trying to learn I thank you for your words, and I hope the words I write do for others, as this guy did for me - which was to learn. dave froggy Your words amaze me Dave, I make me think. Enjoyed the read. Froggy Can you just learn to let the essence of your words encapture.. I get so much stick for writing words that you would think I had done nothing for the last 40 years. I was 8 and trying to learn how to spell, knowing words became a delight a lot of years later. No-one in words or mathematics should ever be denied or attacked We all danced to a different 'minstrel' and that pleasure, can not be bought, by anyone Dave |
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