Today a flower cried
Because the moonbeam lied,
About a love the bumble bee tried to hide
From the all too nosey thorny rose.
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Author Archives: Deeter
I
Was wrong.
Too much art
And not enough gory.
Sell sell sell!
And tell the same old story.
And on the post the comments come and go talking if Micheal Angelo
I
Was wrong.
Too much art
And not enough gory.
Sell sell sell!
And tell the same old story.
And on the post the comments come and go talking if Micheal Angelo
26 x 12
I have nothing
But 26 letters
And 12 notes.
From which,
I create my entire universe.
Love
The Image
The image grows stronger
As the poem grows longer.
Yet, the photos never change.
My perception slightly rearranged
Makes your beauty more…
Intriguing every day
I was wrong.
Too much art
And not enough gory.
Sell sell sell!
And tell the same old story.
And on the page the comments come and go, talking of Micheal Angelo.
Warm Stormy Night
Drinking, laughing, talking like never before.
Bonding as the storm raged outside the door.
Guitars like lightning, thunder to the beat of a drum.
We were all a bit closer when the night was done.
Butterfly
Swelter
Without you I have no motivation
To rumage through mediocraty
Not worthy of contemplation.
Lies
A disguise lies in your eyes.
A surprise that defies our ties.
One cries as the other flies.
One watches as the other dies