Wild Wild Angel (poem) by Peter Paton on AuthorsDen

Wild Wild Angel
by Peter Paton → (All Poetry by Peter Paton)
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" Turn the silver over in your pocket for luck, when you see the new moon " ........................................................................ Don't fall in love with me For I'm a gypsy boy at heart I've always been a loner Right from the very start I've never let anyone in To compromise my heart And I've never let anyone go, without a piece of me For my own self protection Instinctively I'll keep you at bay I guard my heart with constant vigil Because it means so much to me For a child of the divine, Always stands alone The prairie is my playground The yipping coyote is my friend I run across the river And never get my feet wet Slipping and sliding over the waterfall My humour knows no bounds I take the world by storm And shake it to its lintels Darting along the walls and dykes I never like to stand still So standing here before you A wild wild angel I have always been Present in this time, but not of this world I am an ilk of a different kind I live for every vital moment I always see the up side of life Money don't mean a thing to me Its mutual friendship every time So don't bore me with your penthouse Don't try to buy my love Stocks and shares are not my thing Spiritual food I crave You can keep your flash ferrari And your status symbols so fine Just give me some old time country music Hank Williams every time So hitch up honey to my wagon If you can stand the furious pace I'll love you until forever With all my power and might We'll sing and dance to the cows come home And evolve together each day You'll never have cause to doubt me For we'll smile our cares away Serenading all our sunsets And listening for the crack of dawn Running barefoot in the bayou With the full moon at our backs We'll roam the whispering sands Sojourn in the towering canyons We'll grow young together in style ...Now there's something you didn't expect... Copyright by Peter Paton 2006

Reviewed by Janet Bellinger

Reviewed on March 15, 2006

A different side of you, Peter. Well done.

Janet

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on February 7, 2006

Ahhhh!!! It makes me want to jump and yell and scream! Loved it.

Carmen :-)

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Great poetry Peter!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Wonderful poetry Peter.......

Love,
Joselyn

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

True I didn't.
Gotta be free.
Never a caged lion be..

Reviewed by Regina Pounds

Reviewed on February 6, 2006

glorious and free

love it, Peter

Gina

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

There's A Tear In My Beer! Hank Williams and I'm sitting at the campfire. Coyote gets the leftovers. Ready for the storyteller, Peter. Did you bring a guitar, inspiration man? No, I didn't expect it. I like it! A different side, Honky Tonk canyon man!
Pass the pork 'n beans fired in the can!

Sage

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reminds me of a quote: When you lock others out, you lock yourself in.

Good work. Love the pic. I have scenes like that near me.

Reviewed by rite

Our commitments in life often prevent us from doing what we consider to be important. But ever so often the deepen our understanding of what is important. Thank you for creating and sharing theis metaphorical poem. Take care,

RAge

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Peter,

Such freedom, such joy in your words--and I love that pic. I could get lost there and wouldn't mind a bit. :) BRAVO, Poet and friend!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

I always expect quite a captivating poem from you, Peter; and I'm seldom disappointed.

And give me those towering canyons and Country Music, any day of the week. Running barefoot in a bayou ain't too bad either!