Short Placesme Poems
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A year and a half.
I can say I couldn't wait to go there.
but that would be lying.
I know everyone there probably forgot about me now
just like I forgot about them.
But i returned to the tortorous hear of the city,
saw the grey there,
and thought "Maybe it won't be so bad"
Funny, how it's the dullness of the city
that made me think so.
If i was born a crayon
My colour would run its length
It would be of Saltire Blue
My countries colour gives me strength
We are the colour of the sky
It looks down on you and me
Its the colour of our flag
That flies the pride in me
If i was born a crayon
It would always be coloured blue
Just look to my veins
Blue runs through me true
Is it anywhere that you I can write,
is this really true ?
How often do the words come to light,
for me and for you ?
I sit in a noise filled waiting room,
routine tests are done.
They will call me in the back room soon,
but now is the fun.
Can I fast make the most of my time ?
I am under the gun.
Can I squeeze out yet another line
before an end to fun ?
Your cold right now
your body is still
but let me warm you up
and give you my fill
slowly I enter
you tremble surprised
you got me all wet
my body has raised
You pleasure me hastily
with your gentle waves
I use my hands with their fingers
to play with your face
your swishing back and forth
I've made you all wild
How I love to take a swim
in this pool for a while
Fill me once more,Holy Spirit to know,
Move me ,inside,you love to show,
Quieten my heart,now to play
Without rehearsal,on life's stage each phrase to say.
Speak,speak by thought,picture,word or deed,
Then in my weakness,your strength feed:
O teach my tomgue to quiet be,
Until you prompt,and all I say,is all of thee.
This quatrain was inspired by Abraham Cowley's (1618-67) 'Hymn to Light'
On the Queensborough Bridge I sat me down,
Above the East River, looking at town.
The sun shot flakes of gold that flashed,
As cars and trucks above me passed.
A tug below did blow and blow,
Far 'neath my feet that swung so slow;
And gulls around out-sailed so free,
Reflecting joy that sailed in me,
That from my bag I pulled a page
And poems I read of varied age.
My voice was lost in the din o'erhead,
But o'er New York I proudly read.
As dusk came quickly
Fast as a dove
Escaping to Swift Creek
Seeking moments to splurge
There was the photographer
Sitting quietly on the hill
Taking twilight pictures
Of the water running swift
Then he saw me
I saw him
Our eyes focused intently
Our love truly began
He had watched me
From a very distant place
He knew from the first moment
He had to see my face
Then the cry of the bobcats
Piercing the air
Gave me a terrible scare
Why did they have to be there
Form:
WHY DID I COMMIT SUCH A STUPID CRIME,
AS ALL IT GOT ME WAS A BIT OF TIME,
TO WAKE UP IN THIS LITTLE DIRTY CELL,
TO THE NOISE OF A SCREW WITH HIS BELL,
SLOP OUT ,TWO TRIPS ONLY,
MAKES ME FEEL SO BAD AND REALLY REALLY MOANIE,
I GO AND EMPTY MY CHAMBER POT,
AND HE TELLS ME THATS YOUR LOT,
I TRY TO SPEAK BUT HE STOPS ME DEAD,
I WISH I COULD TELL HIM WHATS IN MY HEAD,
I GO IN MY CELL AND HE SLAMS THE DOOR,
AND I HEAR HIM SAY IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT COME BACK NO-MORE