-
A large glass of cool wine coats blue cheese
The rapture of laughter on the breeze.
-
Lodgings, their stay, cleanly paid
They, both of them now Peacefully laid......quiet
-
The walls are mere glass
And I've spilt on the grass,
by coffee-agh
36 lines, 4 comments,
on Apr 29 5:48 PM 2005. In Sad
-
Deep from within her,
bright light, 'ever shines.
-
I hope to be back in full of swing
As soon as a stable the heart torn strings
-
The handshake is genuine, the feel and the talk
I leave an hour later............proudly, I walk
-
There are many fave's, here at A/P
Missed you so, but now you'll see
-
The friends slip away, from the fool he's become
From the sip from that glass, that lost us, our son
-
But affected by an eyeball that shines brightened red
When daydreams at night, are screaming "back to bed"
-
Where am I going? Young lad's soft plea
I'm off to search more Where can I be?
-
A fin is seen carving sea...........apart.
The miss.............the beating heart.
-
When struck by a mallet or hammer, real or contrived
Still changing the life and length of time you'll survive
-
The need that you had way back then.
When you as the smartest of all - then.
-
I sing, I drink in the pleasures ...........the ink
The plain single line curving, stretching can give.
-
As new offering they find
Growing close
-
A view cast down to twisted ground
My life and suffering ends
-
Buds and bulbs have laid in wait
The moisture offered
-
Seeing the tear in the innermost
corner, of an aging eye.......
-
Diluted is still too strong
-
I had run over a little patch of stuff, had that shot up underneath?
-
I know there you'll still be, encouraging me.......
So glad your a 'friend' of mine
-
Where those images dance up
The loungeroom, a dream.
-
The blankets were tucked round her head of "Good Night"
The hour is late or is it so early.......near light?
-
The flying fleeing feet will not be persued,
For there awaits a fued.........
-
When you stand as my guardian protector from fear
-
There always shall be, catz, to the end
Like the tall willow n'er breaks
-
"I love you"
All of the words I could muster
-
In the gentle cool, of the night
-
Are you heard, a single word, you pour
whilst mixed in vomit as it strikes
-
Where trucks of red and cars of white
Litter the scene flexing might ill felt
-
One bottle each of whiskey, then rum and brandy, too
-
The sounds I hear are all of birds......
-
I speak those words to your pillow
The words, that I wish you, to hear
-
This emotion he carries through youth, adult life
The aggression he carries, anger.....near rife
-
Step up to the porch and into my keep
If you still pain, I'll help you to weep
|