I smiled once this week
So give me a break
How much mirth
Can this poor cynic take
I guess it won’t hurt
To have had me some fun
But give me the clouds
I hate too much sun
I write from the heart
But no matter what I say
I just can’t help it
If my color is gray
I wrote a happy poem
So back to the status quo
Poems so dark, in their shadow
Mushrooms can grow
Dark is my nature
I just can’t help it
I start out with roses
But it soon turns to s**t
Ahhhhhhh... kindred spirit O' mine! Them's my kinda wishes, too.
Now, Sue, there is self-effacing and THEN there's that last line up there. Sigh... your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to reread this... I dare you not to find the great worth that I found. Your meter and rhyme are flawless. You've penned with simplicity and rendered impact! There's truth and humanity in them thar words, madam. Why, I almost saw your tongue in your cheek. Yep! I read it twice! (smile) katy xox
LOL Sue you are just a real ball of happiness inside that gloom and doom writers head of yours and admit you enjoyed the happy ones too.
Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 22, 2005
Nuttin' wrong with gloom and doom. Whot? We ain't Ward and June Cleaver, are we? I always liked the clouds myself . . . don't you imagine that guy . . . Whot's his name . . . Writ all them thar spooky . . . Yeah, Poe, ole Edgar Allen, don't you imagine he liked a nice dismal cloudy day?
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I hate too much sun "
Ahhhhhhh... kindred spirit O' mine! Them's my kinda wishes, too.
Now, Sue, there is self-effacing and THEN there's that last line up there. Sigh... your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to reread this... I dare you not to find the great worth that I found. Your meter and rhyme are flawless. You've penned with simplicity and rendered impact! There's truth and humanity in them thar words, madam. Why, I almost saw your tongue in your cheek. Yep! I read it twice! (smile) katy xox
Lol!!
Speak your heart and be honest I say!!
Love Tinka
"I smiled once this week
So give me a break ..."
Love that! Sometimes, we do feel like that! "Just let me be!" you want to scream. Aaagh!! Well penned, Sue!
God bless,
Sandie.
We write what we know and we know what we write> The darkness is just more comfortable for some of us...
Peace,
B
Felix
well said. well read.
warned ya' didn't i
TX
So give me a break
And a break you shall have, write on Dark Poet!