Treasure Island

Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

................'Black Robed The Bench And Power'


Huddled poor the masses, did you say, not I.
Whirlpools hide the dragon and it's eye.
Needles would I thread upon one point.
Before the Gavel falls, I'd hear your allocution.

While one was never made, ambition grew.
Each priest before his god, one never stood.
Here a rose and there it's bud, yet beauty paused.
Lillie's look caused her to Donn a rustic mask.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, December 26, 2012

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  • Tai Chi Italy (10/31/2009 7:38:00 AM)

    This is such a fabulously romantic write my friend! I read it several times and it gives such a good feeling...

    thank you for it.

    Smiling at you

    Tai, donning her black robes tonight! Happy Halloween (Report) Reply

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