With Poems
With Poems
earth
our evil home
ball of bones
unpaid loans
a Twilight Zone
birds over the river
fifty times forbid
to be anything
but a giver
be quick
be rooted
measure love by tonnage
every day option of rapture
mind, imagination, & soul
a hushed silent sanctum
expanding hour by hour
we're on a train
we jumped at birth
no need to mourn
just ride & ride
our own private prophets
paying onward with poems
our evil home
ball of bones
unpaid loans
a Twilight Zone
birds over the river
fifty times forbid
to be anything
but a giver
be quick
be rooted
measure love by tonnage
every day option of rapture
mind, imagination, & soul
a hushed silent sanctum
expanding hour by hour
we're on a train
we jumped at birth
no need to mourn
just ride & ride
our own private prophets
paying onward with poems
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Re: With Poems
agree with mr. wire!
good one, the mingo
good one, the mingo
Re: With Poems
The Wireman & judih - appreciate it
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: With Poems
You had me at 'ball of bones'..
Re: With Poems
Thx mnaz - appreciate it
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: With Poems
I like the quick beginning of this poem, and with poems carry on.
Re: With Poems
Thx, saw - appreciate it
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: With Poems
Thx, Craig - appreciate it
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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