sing a song
restful blind man speak
weave a tapestry on my cloud
block the rain drops with the holy snow flakes
mining for coal is sorrow in a dress
what will tumbling stones bring us
i see the rabbi dancing like an idiot
in the alley colors entice the young
tigers tore down the fence last night
mother goose is a liar
the stony sea claims peace from above
understand the bones and teeth
wisdom is a caterpillar
i seek a lamp
2 comments:
Hello poet. I started glancing through the Mansfield Bloggers to see if there were any worth following. This is a very good candidate. I like your writing. I am not much of a poet myself although I love reading it. So this is an encouragement to you. Keep writing.
Joe, I think it's about time for you to write/post a new poem, eh. I love you bru (we need to watch blood diamond together; i stole the word bru from there).
I can't wait to see you again, I swear.
Peace, homes.
Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
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