Goodness Lanre Poet Rhyme

The Moon

Mother of folktales
Milking and waxing.
I wish you for a taste

We'll sing and have cocktails
Under your enamel masking
A night with you never a waste.

Your beautiful smile
Subdues the nights' dread
And gives comforts in sleep.
You light every mile
Of your milking spread
A delight worth to keep.

My eyes await you
The sight of your white hue.

12/04/2013

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Poet Destroyer A April 24, 2013 at 7:42 PM Goodness, congratulations with the "From here to the moon and back " contest.... xox~ LINDA

Richard Lamoureux April 24, 2013 at 7:39 PM Very nice, congratulations

Abdulhafeez Oyewole April 24, 2013 at 6:59 PM Congrats on your win bro.. Well done~A.O

Fisayo Aderounmu April 13, 2013 at 3:15 PM I luv the rhyme. Good job by Goodness.

Poet Destroyer A April 12, 2013 at 9:55 PM wow... Goodness, mother of folktales... and end it in hues. Enjoyed stopping by this evening. Thank you for sharing, ~Always & Forever *LINDA

Matthew Horstkotter April 12, 2013 at 4:35 PM Nice poem.