He was a sweet talking guy,
Sewina was his name,
Led a girl to his passion waters,
The thirst was all the same,
Cloaked in all his sadness,
Bursting within from shame,
The girl released his hold,
Without pushing further blame,
For he kept himself in torture,
And for that she could not remain.
There was a naughty girl, Doris
and a naughty girl was she
Nothing would she do but...
Daydream about arts and poetry
Like a puzzle to be solved in my vision
Why was this so?
Brian Strand among others have a regular
contest to stimulate the pen and mind of me.
Reading other's works
Helps to pass the time
Emotions and ideas flow
until the thought becomes written upon paper
and filed away at poetry soup.com
There was a naughty girl Doris
and a very naughty girl was she
nothing would she do but surf poetry soup and write poems.
Encouraging other naughty/nice boys and girls
Like Colleen, Jared, Richard, Marty and yes Little Sara.
Take a poetry break-Carol, and all poetry soup friends
Don't do the dishes
Don't do the Laundry
Come on Dane Ann, Carolyn, Phyllis,
Sweetheart, Let's play
Don't do the vacuuming
Don't do the cooking
Take out, tonight!!
When we are naughty, go all the way!!
For Brian Strand's contest christmas parlour poetry
the first time we met,it was awkward because we didn't
know what to say.
speechless as can be,we look at each other and smile
and say sorry.
I walk away without looking,she looks back and smile.
but as I walk away she made me smile.
but I wonder about her if I will ever see her again.
I wonder who was that girl I bumped into.
I wonder if she was just a angel that just appeared above
looking for her way back.
so I walk and walk,I see the angel I was thinking about
It was the girl I bumped into,she was playing her guitar.
I walk up to her and ask her,
your the girl I bumped into.I wonder what is your name.
she smiled and said angel.
huh really,yup she said.
she played beautifully,wow I smiled and said I have to get
going.
how about tomorrow.
she said ok,
I said ok,I will come to see you..
I smiled away..and she smiled back
and thats how I met angel
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