Pay no attention I'm a bit off line
A bit off centre it could be the wine
Or might be my arm pits
Or maybe my bollocks
Perhaps it was that bucket of turpentine
caress of early light birthday wishes posted on facebook waking without a sound soft calling of my love who’s offline an unfinished poem on the nightstand remnants of stars hide above passing clouds a morning’s meditation centered on breath soulful solitude I see her late morning she covers my lunch yet something left unsaid I show her the poem and she smiles yet something left unsaid she rubs her eyes and looks out the window I look for something new to say yet a story told bears telling again I look up on my cell phone the ways to say I love you uncertain skies she says she sings her daughter lullabies a tip left touching of hands while I linger she says see you soon I hear something more than words
There are times when we should shift
Our gears so we can start being swift;
New President,
God has sent,
And fear off line he always does drift.
Jim Horn
I will be off line
For a day ill. Be back soon
With poetry for you
so i was hoping that if re-posted this it might remind her of the talent she's wasting
AND IN VIENNA WE WERE POETRY
she talk\s in words of velvet spoken eloquently
as i read her words fervently
i hear her wit in every word written UN-corrupted by a desire for fame
and sentiments scribed so that people may remember her name
this isn't no spectator's game
it's just a way to read her words of wisdom that ain't always the same
she's a woman with talent i find more intoxicating that wine
and i'd trade almost antthing for her words to reflect some of mine
read the lady and you tell me if she isn't fascination plus a summer's rain
when the flowers cry out for moisture to end a pansy's pain
tell me you don't hear the happiness she deserves in spades
and the sorrow those pansies feels as the sunshine fades
as the church bells are ringing soft and low
her words tell me in which direction i should go
a place where i can escape the ice and the snow
or the wisdom wrapped in every certainty the woman happens to know
(c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE~free cee!~
p.s. vienna....can you at least anwer my calls---i want to you're okay please ~f!~
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