Her parents mollycoddled Kate in every kind of way.
Her life was so good at home, she decided to stay.
She kept their rules and cleaned their amazing house.
Her days were spent playing with a friendly pet mouse.
Kate never learned to read or write or make a friend.
At eighty she might be set in her ways, not willing to bend.
Her parents mollycoddled Kate all the way to their graves.
She once gave a black eye to my Great Uncles Daves.
She looks lonely as a deserted off beat untraveled country mile.
She has been alone now for at least a decade, it’s been a while.
Sometimes I run out there to try and make old Kate smile.
Why do you even bother ask my uncles? For them she’s been a trial.
Categories:
daves, age,
Form: Prose Poetry
Music flows from your soul
like a life force deep within
brings you to a place where love shines
Can u it in your veins?
Does the beat match your hearts rythums
Do you envision beauty and peace
with the sound of each note.
(chorus)
music man let the sound engulf me
take me over
entwine me in the mood
Can u feel it in your mind?
Do you see the sun and the stars?
space..filled with your notes
each signified by your creation
music man let the volume rise,
take me over
make me beg for more
leave me wanting
(chorus)
music man let the sound engulf me
take me over
entwine me in the mood
Categories:
daves, life, music, me, sound,
Form: Ballad
oh shirtey methinks yer very good,
laughing here, well understood,
headless chicckys jerk n flap,
bout pollys splashed by word of yap,
speak straight they only could?
thank you Dave Williams (crap)...
Don
Categories:
daves, adventure,
Form: Limerick
My friend, named Dave Cotton
Cannot be forgotten
For parties held in his pad
Drink and smoke in the dark
Lots of women to spark
Everyone’s drunk just a tad
Now it’s time to go home
Hope to not leave alone
You end up happy or sad
Categories:
daves, hope,
Form: Ballade