You love African violets.
It was a surprise then
when you confessed a passion
for gladioli,
I will learn to live with them.
We bring home bunches from Walmart,
vivid, over-the-top floral giraffes.
They dwarf everything in the apartment,
but do provide shade
for the African violets.
You love African violets.
It was a surprise then
when you confessed a passion
for Gladioli.
We bring home thickets of them
vivid, over-the-top floral giraffes.
They dwarf everything in the apartment,
I have a new appreciation for the word 'galore',
they provide shade for the African violets.
You love African violets.
It was a surprise then
when you confessed a passion
for gladioli,
(I will learn to live with them).
We bring home bunches from Walmart
-vivid, over-the-top floral giraffes.
They dwarf everything in the apartment,
but do provide shade
for the African violets.
In less than a year, hundreds of poems have poured out of me.
I thought I'd drown in my tears, but I began to swim in poetry.
When the ink touches the pad I'm so glad to feel the spiritual release.
I address the worry and stress which brings me emotional peace.
As the couplets formulate, I escape into a world that is all mine.
Like a bomb ready to detonate, I try and be an explosive Poetic Einstein!
My mind explores, opening unknown doors, which other's may find very bizarre.
Self-confessed, a poet possessed, and from the Heaven's came a fallen star.
A dent in the earth, A poet rebirth, and the speed of my pen will only increase.
So the poetry in me, emerges from obscurity, demanding my spiritual release!
*Written for Constance contest "What is my theme"
My theme is "Spiritual Strength" (which is in my poetry)
(This is a fictional poem)
My friend just confessed a crime to me.
It's untelling what else he'll do if he goes free.
What he did was evil and vile.
He said that he killed a six year old child.
He thinks I'll keep it to myself but I'm going to turn him in.
I have to stop him before he kills again.
I just told him that I'm going to call the police but he's doing something that I
didn't figure.
He's pointing a gun at me and he's about to pull the trigger.
I just knocked him out with three karate chops.
I got his gun and now I'm going to call the cops.
He had me fooled, I didn't know that I had a killer for a friend.
His days of killing are at an end.