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an ancient poet speaks
an ancient poet speaks
marvelous
here you excel
beyond the realms of imagination
any poet worth his salt can tell
so do I again and again
are you a Piscean
you had me as a follower
then go topsy- turvy
again and again
wipe off all my stains
those on your wall do remain
am just a poet young lady
standing at the cliff
the edge of life
awaiting a strong breeze
which will suck me above the clouds
then Bravo
I shall be left mid way
between heaven and the seas
just believe me
your poetry is magnetic
at least for the dying poet in me
I now take your leave
don't miss me please!
marvelous
here you excel
beyond the realms of imagination
any poet worth his salt can tell
so do I again and again
are you a Piscean
you had me as a follower
then go topsy- turvy
again and again
wipe off all my stains
those on your wall do remain
am just a poet young lady
standing at the cliff
the edge of life
awaiting a strong breeze
which will suck me above the clouds
then Bravo
I shall be left mid way
between heaven and the seas
just believe me
your poetry is magnetic
at least for the dying poet in me
I now take your leave
don't miss me please!
Published 6th Jul 2016
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6th Jul 2016 8:02pm
Hey Again......this is outstanding poetry.....I'm so very touched by your soft side.....it really is creative and beautiful.....this has a sad tone to it but I luv it.....thank you for sharing your other side.....RL for me.....purple luv & hugs xo :)
you bring tears into my dry eyes
may be you are like my daughter
age wise
I am just a fraud poet
trying to convey
what words the thesaurus contains
a vanilla of thoughts
alas in vain
read it as a metaphor
from Again
my life is now
like a finger print stain
on the glass doors of the carriage
where the two did do
ere sank the Titanic
I am at the helm of life
kicking a bucket
and have a small ball
holding to fling
all my contains
when I FLY away
as again
and
AGAIN!
as a booty
for those who can gain
from my wealth that remains
as in ding dong dangling
final remains
90 percent balance they say
used all my life's
as usual way
have a good day
and
do smile
as I fly away!
away
says Again!
may be you are like my daughter
age wise
I am just a fraud poet
trying to convey
what words the thesaurus contains
a vanilla of thoughts
alas in vain
read it as a metaphor
from Again
my life is now
like a finger print stain
on the glass doors of the carriage
where the two did do
ere sank the Titanic
I am at the helm of life
kicking a bucket
and have a small ball
holding to fling
all my contains
when I FLY away
as again
and
AGAIN!
as a booty
for those who can gain
from my wealth that remains
as in ding dong dangling
final remains
90 percent balance they say
used all my life's
as usual way
have a good day
and
do smile
as I fly away!
away
says Again!
