Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Red Alert

My Charms disarmed, a panic alarm-
A Signal that something's wrong
Oh, how I fear I'll fall to harm,
And question where I belong

All the talk, their root and stalk
Grows in Sadists' soil
We planted seeds in wicked weeds,
And were fruitful with our toil
Alerted, deserted; no method asserted-
While vile vines uncoil!

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Skat A April 9, 2014 at 10:01 PM CHAN, CONGRATULATIONS....SKAT

Robin Davis January 5, 2014 at 5:35 PM Chan The Man This is an interesting and unique write. Sounds kind of like you are messing with the devil and can't escape. Are your horns coming in. LOL Thanks for the nice comment on my New Year poem. Hope its filled with nothing but happiness for you my friend Sweet Pea Just That Archaic Poet January 6, 2014 at 6:16 AM Thanks for the review, Sweet Pea <3

Shanity Rain August 23, 2013 at 12:00 AM This reminds me of a song by Lorena McKenna "Dantes Prayer " invokes many thoughts . ' all my charms are overthrown ' Just That Archaic Poet August 23, 2013 at 6:13 AM Thanks for dropping by and leaving a reply, Yvette. I will look up the song; thanks again! :)

Richard Lamoureux August 22, 2013 at 7:04 PM We are growing within a field of weeds and yet we do not allow the gardner access. Just That Archaic Poet August 22, 2013 at 9:24 PM To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what I'm trying to convey or express with this piece; I guess I was hoping other people's interpretations would help me find out what I'm trying to get out