Tyshawn Knight Poet Ode

I Scream For Ice Cream

Robin Thicke's bedroom voice reminds me of you
And I realize there were good times
When you spoke to me in low tones
Deep low tones
And I must admit 
that every time
I hear Robin Thicke...
I smile and get tingly all over

You were a good lover.

People tell me that I don't know
because I have only had one
taste of freedom

But do I have to drink castor oil to know that ice cream sundaes
are good under the sun on Florida Sundays?
Do I have to wake up mourning
to know that I have a reason to be thankful in the morning?
Do I have to have a piece of pain
to know that I feel good when I am at peace.

Maybe their problem is that it took them twenty men 
to arrive there
and I only needed once.

Thank you for that moment
that has satisfied me for a life time.

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Andrea Dietrich October 29, 2015 at 3:57 PM wow,I really love this one. I never had more than one lover, my husband but I tasted a little of what could have been the best ice cream sundae in the world on my one date with a French Canadian back in 1974. how I long for that time again. To go back and lick some more of that delicious ice cream. Maybe I would devour it this time!!! this poem rocks!!

Richard Lamoureux May 10, 2015 at 10:26 AM Love it, interestingly I have a connection with Robin Thicke's dad. He is from the place of my birth called Kirkland Lake. It is located in Nirthern Ontario Canada. Richard Lamoureux May 10, 2015 at 10:26 AM Oops, I meant Northern Ontario.