Fleeting Throne
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Monday, March 31, 2003
As I Sit upon my Regal throne,
suddenly my Thoughts do Roam,
why is my Ass on the Line,
Usually my voice, Sublimed.
As I Look upon Time’s Realm,
actions Mean more than Verbatim,
Rantings of a Spatial rhyme,
unrealized Before it's Time.
As I Voice my dear Regrets,
wonderingly I Fear my Dread,
Seizures mean so much to Me,
watch out Words, I write, I See.
Erin Moen
3/30/03
Copyright 2003 ©
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ty, Dani
Reindeer
"As I Voice my dear Regrets,
wonderingly I Fear my Dread,
Seizures mean so much to Me,
watch out Words, I write, I See. "
very good!!!!
Peg
I have enjoyed it. "Fleeting Throne" has deliverd its message.
I Salute the Author.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
with this one. Some real funny lines too.
tony
Great Rant!!!!
Watch out for Erin.....woooohooooo!!!
Chrissie
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