In Western Kent a lady sits,
Penning poems, sad as night.
When every word and feeling fits;
She knows it's right.
Nostalgia for some better times,
When lives were lived at simple pace.
Each thought encased in perfect rhymes,
And gentle face.
Poems of love or rural bliss
Are well within the range she sweeps.
Perhaps a most erotic kiss.
From passion's deeps.
And now she pens a Sapphic ode
Of nature red in tooth and claw
She's headed down another road
Of poets lore
Author notes
For Sue Cardwell my fellow judge and friend, a really fine poet who writes wonderfully simple and evocative rhyme, check her out.
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im in awe as well.
well penned for Sue.
Blessings
Tory
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For once you have me at a loss
With you Jeff I could not be cross
Although you're green there is no moss
Thanks for being my friend
You always know just what to do
When I'm down and feeling blue
Few words spoken, always true
I know you'll be my friend
You've taught me much I didn't know
What path to take which way to go
You pick me up when I am low
You'll always be my friend
Thank you xx
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nice sentiment
i enjoyed this
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