After number one poem was wrote, number two took to float. But I think it sunk, it was a poetic flunk, and it probably stunk. I don't even remember, whether it was January or December. Or any months in between, way back too far to be seen.
I remember only starting, knowing there will be no departing. I'm hooked on verse, I have the curse. One day I'll look up, first and second poems, no matter how corrupt.
Until I do, I'll poem the rest of my life through. I have one main objective, to me it isn't selective. Boredom lurks like a cloud, poetry is my shroud. It is a large gap to fill, one that gives me a thrill.
My first poem was written November 14, 2002 and here it is!
"TO WALK MY BEACH"
by Tinka Boukes
Thursday, November 14, 2002
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I walk my beach alone
I walk tall in pain
Holding my head up high
No good to even try
Only you could stop my cry
What is the use of abuse
When your man runs out on boose
And you get bruised
that's no excuse
I refuse to give...yes
I refuse to give
That's what I call been abused
I walk my beach well
Pick up some shell
Looking for some answer
But a heavy swell
what a disaster
Knocks me over
And I cry out of laughter
But now I walk my beach with you
My feet in your feet
My eyes is your eyes
And all I need is my Ocean
My Shell, my Soulmate
My eyes in your eyes
With love abuse instead
That's all I need
That's all I need
Always
Indeed
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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"TO WALK MY BEACH"
by Tinka Boukes
Thursday, November 14, 2002
~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~
I walk my beach alone
I walk tall in pain
Holding my head up high
No good to even try
Only you could stop my cry
What is the use of abuse
When your man runs out on boose
And you get bruised
that's no excuse
I refuse to give...yes
I refuse to give
That's what I call been abused
I walk my beach well
Pick up some shell
Looking for some answer
But a heavy swell
what a disaster
Knocks me over
And I cry out of laughter
But now I walk my beach with you
My feet in your feet
My eyes is your eyes
And all I need is my Ocean
My Shell, my Soulmate
My eyes in your eyes
With love abuse instead
That's all I need
That's all I need
Always
Indeed
Copyright ©2002 Tinka Boukes
good advice which makes it twice as nice;-)
Eileen
keep writing don't stop
as long as you write
people will read
William ......Peace
Powerful write.