Treasure Island

Viola Grey

(Feb '73 / NZ)

Cupid


Savage little naked fool
with puny weapons of love
fly yourself to another heart
before I snap your wings.

Point poison arrows at me again
and feel the wrath I reap
I'm wounded...hurt...yet still beating...
so quit aiming at my chest.

4/7/08

Submitted: Saturday, July 05, 2008

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  • *Trusting You* (11/30/2008 12:19:00 AM)

    Point poison arrows at me again
    and feel the wrath I reap
    and I will be right there with her... Ya go gettem Viola! ! ! lol. this made me smile. very good job.
    Becca (Report) Reply

  • Who Iam (7/31/2008 9:53:00 PM)

    The sting of his arrow that never leaves; either bringing joy or sadly sorrow!
    Your advice to Cupid is very well put, although I feel you are a romantic at heart and when you are ready it too will return! (Report) Reply

  • Taylor Butts (7/20/2008 12:08:00 AM)

    hahaha great poem about the little Bee's turd. it was funny and serious at the same time. very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Balch (7/17/2008 3:35:00 PM)

    he will get you again, thats when you kick the...... out of him.regards Tom 10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Coach Roth (7/17/2008 3:08:00 AM)

    How can you not like a poem that threatens to rip the wings off a little angel...still laughing...Coach (Report) Reply

  • Flora Gillingham (7/15/2008 6:45:00 AM)

    Alas, he'll aim at you again when you're not looking. And that's when he's most dangerous!

    Wonderfully sardonis piece.

    Fx (Report) Reply

  • kyle. (7/9/2008 9:08:00 PM)

    i love it.
    a definite 10! !
    keep writing...i like this aggressiveness. (Report) Reply

  • Tai Chi Italy (7/6/2008 4:51:00 PM)

    lol you tell him good and proper viola, there is no one more dangerous than a wounded lover....smiling at you, Tai (Report) Reply

  • William Jackson (7/5/2008 9:00:00 PM)

    I really like your wicked wit. I really like your poem. It reminds me of the acid tongue of Stephen Crane. Below I have listed one of my favorite poems by Crane.

    In the desert


    In the desert
    I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
    who, squatting upon the ground,
    Held his heart in his hands,
    And ate of it.
    I said, 'Is it good, friend? '
    'It is bitter - bitter, ' he answered;
    'But I like it
    Because it is bitter,
    And because it is my heart.'

    Stephen Maria Crane (Report) Reply

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