Lonely Poetess
She sits at her computer,
Night after night.
Feverishly typing,
Until the dawn's light.
Her passion is real,
Like her dreams.
Filled with conviction,
And magical schemes.
Knight in shining armor,
To take her away.
Carry her off,
Into a bright, new day.
Her poems are vivid,
And filled with her light.
The better to charm,
Her bright, shining knight.
And if he responds by email,
To answer her plight.
A flurry of messages,
Seals love at first sight.
Alas, life is not magic,
And the fairy tale isn’t true .
The slob, lout, ... jerk!
Just wants to hit on you.
And so you return,
To a lonely night life.
Turning out poems,
Of troubles and strife.
And if, perchance,
You fall asleep one night.
Dream not of trouble,
Dream not of plight.
Go down by the meadow,
Go down by the glen.
Open your basket,
And let nature in.
Let nature ravish you,
Take it all in.
There’s nothing unnatural.
In natural sin.
And if a lad happens by,
One bright, shining day.
Open your basket,
Invite him to play.
Pining and whining,
Won’t get your way.
When love comes along,
Like a bright, shining day.
Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull
6/7/03
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Once again, stimulating, I like the brain surges.
Ch'erie
:)Sandy
Aren't we all the empty vessels waiting to be filled by the Great Mystery..receptive to its messages...is our joy in that? Is our bliss in the twining of our Beings with the void?...mmm..or is our joy in the opening of the basket...
Vesna
Vanessa
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Love
Tinka
dreaming and scheming out her new days
waiting and hoping for her knight to come
adding and subtracting coming up with the sum
making ends meet in her vivid little mind
alone in the meadow... mmm a magnificient find
wonderful write Ron... thank you
Astounding Message...Fantastic Write!
~Nikki~
May Lu $*_*$ a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
In Spirit,
Bear
Nice write, Ronald.
Jill
Reindeer