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Poetheart Morgan

Rookie - 303 Points (05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

The wolf


I was trying to talk last night
fighting with the internet again
millions and millions in my front line
like marines landing in a traffic shore
I think i was the last
who picked up the signal
and he says to me
laughing and in good mood
is the moon
the full moon that attacks you
i ran to see above the view sky
And
angry i replied
i am not a wolf
that lay howling to the moon
But something strange
start to change
fur and claws
sharp teeth
and a big howl
just came out from me

Submitted: Saturday, June 22, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 22, 2013

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  • Rookie - 77 Points C. P. Sharma (7/3/2013 9:21:00 AM)

    Did he who made the lamb make thee! I am reminded of this line from John Donne's ' Tiger '. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,219 Points Ken E Hall (7/3/2013 8:35:00 AM)

    Unusual way to put it you are a weir wolf and it is a great little poem so original thanks for that...regards (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 812 Points Unwritten Soul (6/28/2013 10:51:00 AM)

    Nice
    i also have a fight with my food while reading this
    i end up eating them...huh and they can do anything back to me!
    just stay in my stomach for few hours only hahhaa_SOul (Report) Reply

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