Phillip Garcia Poet Rhyme

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This poem was dictated to me (Phillip's mom) from jail. He had intended it to be entered in Daniel Turner's "What Was I Thinking" contest, but didn't make it in time. He will be out in 21 days! He sends a Merry Christmas wish to all!!  (He also said that if I misspell anything or get the punctuation wrong, he will blame me!!)  :)

Broken Blue Dishes Stuck To the King

From high above and down below
Bewitching winds from Hades blow
That spread the river’s current thin
And drown with love unsinkable men;

Around they swirl and whisper lies
Of fabled lands where romance flies;
Paradise found upon a beach
Which but in dreams is out of reach.

“She loves you still, she always will”;
Their chilly mantra echoed shrill;
A siren’s call to taunt the soul,
Her prisoner; no longer whole.

As I, but a beggar, survey the sea;
Porcelain broken, bluer than me:
Swales o’er ‘morrows bleatingly boast:
“Thus starves the daughter of hungrier ghost”.

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Daniel Turner December 23, 2016 at 2:04 PM I do miss his poetry. I love the poem, Mrs Diane. Tell Phillip, the early bird gets the worm:) i am thrilled he was inspired to write about my humble scribbles.