Ripple Dead (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Ripple Dead
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Color fades into horizon shades All is mostly drained famed red Sunset is a bed Last ripple dead Come like mental wine Visit time Done win Gives in Repute paled This side eon jade Raddled well Horns bring to hell Bell it sings Golden ring Comical of you Stop for a clue Bust a few heads REBEL is wed Call venue Slow a few Castle cold Bricks and mold Knights in bright armor Miss medians delight Satin dresses maid Silken eagled it staid Laic in bloom She leads him to his doom One istle key Death and love to three Always a clown Hangs himself In her gown Raze above Money power All before love High upon the hill Cross he hangs still Mark my words Forgive them last he Heard From the mountains to the valley low Death and blood flow Out of the shadows they run Black as coal hot as sun Rest ye a smile Hot as hells after awhile Tree a torch spread eagle To the sky Screams the lie The lie Come you Go I In the thirtieth year Done is done Tears More Tears What is the reason for man Woman� woman Color fades into horizon shades All is mostly drained famed red Sunset is a bed Last ripple dead

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 28, 2007

Bravo...this is one touching write!!

love Tinka

Reviewed by alejapoet@aol.com Bennett

Reviewed on February 27, 2007

I must say that I love to read poetry and anything that comes from the human heart especially if it is meaningful as this one is. It is always an indeed pleasure to read such fine and well written work that touches us all in a different way. Thanks for sharing with me and many others. Blessings and peace always to you