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Ricky Macphail Poem
My darling, why don't we paint these walls
The white is lifeless and painfully drawl
Like a rose or a cherry, a nice vibrant red
But fair warning, it may contain lead
What if I were to simply crack open my head
So within this room I would surround you instead
Throughout the winter and spring, the summer and fall
Oh darling why don't we paint these walls
With my thoughts and ideas, imagination and fears
Where we can reminisce our dreams as I soak into the veneer
I could drip down the sides into the boards of the floor
So you could lay upon me when your feet become sore
We could place a hook for you to hang your shawl
Once we have finsh painting these walls
On these 4 canvases my personality will be stained
Where our hopes and desires can forever remain
Where curiosity will live as apathy dies
If only you could see this vision through my eyes
Forever we'll dance, ill make you the belle of the ball
But first, my darling, we must paint these walls
With rose tinted glasses i am content in bliss
As you embrace my body and and place 1 last kiss
Upon my temple, cold as ice
Leaving a hole like in the hands of Christ
In my chair I slump and to the floor I fall
But darling, at least now I have painted these walls
Copyright © Ricky MacPhail | Year Posted 2025
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Ricky Macphail Poem
How does one build their own world?
Where one can dance and frolic, skip and twirl
From imagination to reality can be a treacherous road
But with ease on this path, your seeds of creation are sowed
From your your fingers, like roots, your image is grown
But for your ideas to be sculpted your thoughts must be thrown
Upon your wheel to steer you home
From the first rays of dawn to the dusk of gloam
From the earth it's structure and the water it's bond
The final product, oh so fair and fond
The air feeds the fire that seals its permanence
Engraved with your waves of exquisite ornateness
The beauty you've birthed, unparalleled only to yours
A testimony to how high your talent can sore
But once you have finished sculpting your world
You must begin on a universe where it can be your pearl
Copyright © Ricky MacPhail | Year Posted 2025
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