Que Waiting (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Que Waiting
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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In the realm of forever man is but a guest waiting his turn to play his role on the stage
Blood keeps the angels and the devils in toe for the cruelty of man no human may ever know I am the cool wind falling from the hills down to the valley of angels and devils thrills Willing deception eyes fail to see all the crevices waiting by the hanging tree Dance you moonlight raider taker of the sheets let young ones see de-feet Keep the bonfire burning souls they travel home leave all the women tired and alone Blood upon the water turned to wine and the voice of forever pushes forth the crime Whispers in the vespers angels lost today saw them hanging high above the hay Skill in virtue needed not much pay promise of heaven when you pass a way Silence on the mountain loves upon the hill truth the last word spoken virtues killed Delivered by message spoken in tongues leaves dark and lonely bodies hanging in the sun Blood flows like the river Nile in time leaves the mark of first born Lambs blood not wine Dance you moonlight raider taker of the sheets let young ones see da-feet Keep the bonfire burning souls they travel home leave all the women tired and alone Whispers in the vespers angels lost today saw them hanging high above the hay Skill in virtue needed not much pay promise of heaven when you pass a way

Reviewed by Rukiya Faizah (Reader)

Reviewed on October 31, 2005

that was an interesting read...nice work.

Reviewed on June 10, 2005

this is so Outstanding!!!!
so many travels of our kind captured in elegance

Bravo.....Bravo.....Bravo
poetry very well done!!!!

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on May 20, 2005

Another great write! Fantastic descriptions.

Reviewed on May 18, 2005

Wow, wow, wow, this is good ...this is really good!

Gonna save this one!!

Love Tinka

well done