Day: January 13, 2013

Now and then some women like men

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I am the widow of his soul

Now silence is folded and put to bed

He was worth the surprise of life.

He stares with eyes like green diamonds.How can I win the appeal?

Stop and tell the roses

He blest the waters as the froze… and he got bitten in the toes.

He has a horn on one side.. the other wore off when the bull fought him ove the cow..

I fill the bends in time with laughter

With me it’s rhymes after time.Line after line

Time for men…. now and then

Rhyme still wounds those with no skin.

A boring groan is soon tossed into the ocean.

Did you ever get that dramatic feeling?

Did your wife fall right through the ceiling?

What a hole!I bet you’re reeling.

Take it back and it’s too real

The bird has flown

If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown