Social butterfly, his wings dipped in ink
Kindness pouring forth, his writing makes you think
Instant gratification, reading his haiku
Never misunderstanding when he's reading you
Walking the good red road of life
A quick wit, sharp as a knife
Lovely words pour from his pen
Kindred souls read him again and again
Everyone wants to write like him
Reaching to keep up the odds are slim
2 many have tried his writing fills you to the brim
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Written May 5th, 2004
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a good smiling poem, social butterfly, the opposite of me, i am sat in a room staring at a lightbulb for 24 hours a day
seriously though, all smiles here 
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Nice write I like the bakcground and everything you got to flow with it and thanks for the comment on my poem dark child from
Raneika
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beautiful
BRAVO~ This is a beautiful tribute to an awesome poet! I love his work.It touches my soul!
Tammy33
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this is really great.its been awhile since i have read a poem thats not about sex, cutting, etc. is it okay with you if i send this to my cousin? she is a huge fan of the indian lifestyle. once again great poem!!!
Chrissy** -
beautiful
with this beautiful acrostic honoring skinwalker2,i had to add him to my to read list.you used your talent to so eloquently present his talent so he must be awesome.my list is growing by leaps and bounds.thanks for this addition. -
Well I see that I will have to wander over into Skinwalkers world and take a look around. For if you write about him; he must surly be a talented poet.
Hugs,
Willow -
poetry poetry - so wonderful a thing. a smile i slip into your poem
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In perfect harmony ~ I dance beneath you
Thank you my Queen ((Bows)),what a great honor you have giving the Skinwalker ,,wandering the face of earth until the sun turn to ashes ,bewildered in a puff of dust seeking those whose minds are ripe with visions ,,noble souls and pure of heart..Singer of the mystic apostles ~Father oak ,,and dancing river filled with native hearts..Come to the sacred foundation of fear ,, the soul..To exist in the world of nature ,,one must ~dream~ ,,talk to the spirits ,,cease to be I and exist as we..We are the children of the moon ,,catch the wind and ride your inner secrets back to earth ..Thank you sweet lady I am so speechless ((Big Smiles)) ~ Skinwalker -
this rocks!
This truly a beautiful work! I love your style!
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