Please note this poem is not about anyone. When I write, I just write and pay no attention to fiction or non fiction. I simply write for the enjoyable.
Her Lying Tongue, His Tears Defeated By Handsum-Hart
Each time her tongue Gave voice in Satan’s language Spitting verbal stones Dripping with lies Into his sky, darkening his clouds Weakening the shine of his sun And knocking him down From his in-flight joy Filling his soul With tearful chirps of sadness Like an itty-bitty bird With broken wings No anger did he show unto her
Rather in hellish pain With his broken wings Dragging on the earth Crawl would he unto her And let the tears of sadness She brought to his soul Roll down his broken wings As the fluid of victory That highlighted His love for her In a soft glow Of beautiful clearness Sending her lie-spitting tongue Into voiceless defeat With each tear That splashed upon her
I am glad you write for the "fun" of it. That way, you're not about to stop any time soon. Much meaning in these verses, Ron. Love and peace to you. Regis
i wish it always happened this way...sometimes those who lie seem to win...nothing seems to affect them. i go back to my old belief in karma when this seems to be happening...what goes around comes around...i hope
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Carole
anything like this from you
before! Excellent work!
BRAVO! BRAVO~! BRAVO!
Love ya!
Becca
most enjoyable to read and one to make you think about after you read it,
Tommy
So glad to be back reading your work once again. It satisfies my heart and mind.
Peace,
~Rose~
Truly an exceptional poem - abounds with excellent imagery ... outstanding write!!
Robert
Reindeer
powerful poem depicting how truth wins when used
to overcome lies with humility.
Love Tinka