At age 23 I managed to write what I considered to be a
Satisfactory piece of art. I can't remember the exact
Title. It started with: a dimpled splash of gray on
A frigid November MORNING
The BEST day of my life was February 17,1966 I was
Born a being of human descent destined for literary
Greatness of some TYPE, the elusive DESTINY OF most
Poets.
I enjoyed a fantastic childhood, became an amateur
Poet and published a TREASURE TROVE of poems on
Poetry soup website. I also hold the copy writes
To several other poems on My WORD wizard website.
I have not yet experienced the fame I hunger for.
Nonetheless for effort sake. I will travel the
Streets of poetry until I discover my own private
Avenue.
A freshly frosted rose
Starry summer skies
Tasting a glistening snowflake
Singing acappella of love
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Harmony hills
Music at the highest
Grits and eggs cooking
All senses awakening
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With unusual senses, we operate
We dance to the sound of wind chimes
And whistle to the tune of butterfly wings
We SEE MELLOW MUSIC in waterfalls.
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Soft white clouds breezing.
A kitten seeks butterflies.
A butterfly takes flight.
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When no one else is around I amuse myself
while sitting down
And bring myself loads of joy
when I pretend to be a stand up comedian
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