A new burning desire
Flame becomes fire
With hope to aspire
I don my fancy attire
To rise from the mire
Free, a bird on a wire
Sitting there like a friar
Always alert, never tire
My thoughts rise higher
My open mind to inspire
We need nothing to hire
No boss who can me fire
I pluck music on my lyre
Accompanied by a choir
My lyric music is my sire
I do so enjoy being a flier
I pause on a church spire
Aging make me feel dire
Soon I will need to retire
To wait patiently to expire
As I land on a funeral pyre
WHETHER WITH FEATHERS OR IN SPIRIT...YOU'VE IMAGED A WONDERFUL 'FLIGHT'. 'FREEDOM'!!! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
I hope someday that I can acquire your knack for writing rhymes that inspire. This one with its flaming, flying, finale is one good example of rhyming creativity.
Although, "No boss who can me fire," is really very forced, it is everyone's wish that I acquired upon retiring… Whopee!
BEFORE DARKNESS FALLS Retails for 14.95 / but you can have it now for only 11.95 This is a book of poetry and prose that deals with real life issues that all of mankind comes to face. Some of the poems deal with the tenderness of love, while others s
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Love ya!
Jane
Although, "No boss who can me fire," is really very forced, it is everyone's wish that I acquired upon retiring… Whopee!
Ron
"Free, a bird on a wire
Sitting there like a friar"
Wonderful two lines spelling out the entire poem.