Wishes, as Old Poets
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Friday, October 16, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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We mesh a mash
Onto a Quill,
Spew its spawns,
And wish it well,
These births of poems.
“I’m shot, an arrow,
An arrow shot!”
Spent and spewed
These births of poems,
with scary thoughts!
In and out, out
And in, Internet
Spawns its spew!
And wishes with hells,
This birth of words…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/16/09
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| Reviewed by Z McClure |
7/19/2012 |
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Ah yes, like children, we wonder and worry and dream over the fate of these poems we send out into this big, wide world.
Great poem Erin! Well expressed.
~Zach |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
10/17/2009 |
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| interesting-and with some truth! |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
10/17/2009 |
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| THIS IS A WELL WRITTEN WORK THAT WAS ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
10/17/2009 |
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Ah, Erin - quill to pen (arrow?) to Internet - the canvas may have changed, but old poets' words never die ... thought provoking, once again.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
10/16/2009 |
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The words we spew, from me an you, spell passion thoughts, of all we do, and each one lives, as somthing new...from one old poet to another?
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
10/16/2009 |
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And wishes and old poets will forever continue...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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