Keith O.J. Hunt Poet Free verse

The Patient Fellow

Though I am a patient fellow,

   I've grown to prefer certain things

   a certain way,

And being a hopeless L'Artiste 

   from the top of my head
 
   to the tips of my toes....

And a soul more concerned 

   with the weave of life,

   a stitch in time....

   the finer mechanics of human evolution;

(deeper smiles upon the faces of children)

(when women can actually one day say....)

they approve of men ----

and war is last of the slain;


I prefer the company of love....

   and my guitar of good vibrato

   and less notes,

   every pick just so, each crescendo 

   a rising tinge of passion;

To my woman I must do it right 

   (L'Artiste)

   just so, I'll hear it if she's happy,

   feel it,

   when I swim in her soul....

I'm a patient fellow,

   teach me (honey)

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Larry Berdoo March 27, 2014 at 4:30 PM Keith, you expressed yourself well~~~~ when you swim in her soul.... Thats a 10+ ~~WRITE ON!~~

Justin Bordner March 15, 2014 at 5:41 PM Rich writin Keith. Patience can coexist. J.A.B.