Not much to say. Love to read poetry althought I must admit, much of it is over my head. Tried my hand at writing poetry a few years back and although my writing have little artistic value, I've grown to love it just the same. I hope you'll take the time to read a few and post any comments you may have. Thanks.
I see you in my rear view, as you settle to make the call
Covering the delay, with a well-worn blanket of lies…
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Who would think a rose so sweet
Would dry and crumble at my feet
And blooms that scent my night and day
Would steal my heart, then fade away
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Once and often, my mother said
Don't let flattery fill your head
A spoon of sugar is scarce enough
To give for free, such special stuff
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