Xiao Ling

Xiao Ling, This black, wet night, you, a sad song, to me, did sing, as I spent a painful hour on the outside of your tears, wiping, kissing them dry, and wondering why?, what fears?, did bring to the surface, a multitude of tear drops to your face. A multitude of memories?, your life's journey?, me?, my place in the larger scheme of things?, what were your thoughts?, what had life taken?, what from life?, had you not got? What was it Xiao Ling?, that created tears of sadness to sing of what ever it was, that this life, the moment, to you did not bring. Holding tightly, dancing, kissing - passions unfulfilled do sting ! B. J. "A" 2 November 10th 2009

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Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 11/23/2012 12:27:00 PM

Please William, do not be selfish and post so many poems in one day, it pushes some very good poets off the list without a chance of being read and it does cut down your chance of having what may be very good poetry of being read as others feel you have taken the spaces available. A few postings a day would help everyone. Try to think of others too. xx

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 11/23/2012 3:34:00 PM

Well Mandy, I must thank you for providing some insight as to how this site works and for your feelings about my stuff, but I am sure ?, as you observe, and have deduced ?, I am a novice, not only at poetry but with the use of this site. I think less – underserved- remarks about who you state I am would be most appropriate . Don’t you ???