Love watcha doing, everyday I get going. Sitting on the sofa, a couch potato loafer. Chasing that good treat, savoring what we eat. Riding that big Harley Davidson, across the mason dixon. Mustang five 5.0, six speed hurst stick to go.
Fighter pilot zoom, breaking the sonic boom. Patrolling the Iraq border, to help keep things is order. Riding a big black stalion, trying to make a million.
Whatever you do you've got to do your thang, it's called going out with a bang. Writing verse in the den, or wherever we can swing a pen. Doing it and doing it, over and over again.
Loved this write One, flowed smooth as always, and makes a powerful point! You do have to love what you do, this is what makes life even greater! Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Maria, raised in the Mafia and educated by the gangs of New York, is hunting the man who killed her Akalina, and she will kill anyone who gets in her way.
In a near-future Baltimore, an unemployed bipolar journalist and a teenage hacker are the last hope for a dystopian world controlled by a giant media corporation.
This was no mere illusion. Colin Chase Rand, pulled through a magical portal, landed in 1935 where the dust bowl and the Great Depression was destroying lives, and a serial killer was in their midst
YOur own thang'
I Loved this poem
Warmly, Lady Sheeeoox
Love Tinka
Nice writing...as always.
Georg
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Thanks,
Dan
Love ya, Laura
God Bless,
Lew