I knew a somewhat silent predator He said he came for me I let slip a jazzy tune written on a finger He pointed to sorrows friend, a weary flame One score plus a glitzy itsy-bitsy infinity! Sometimes, we lingered with only hope! He ties our hands tight behind our backs - His saxophone sermon is keen, like an open grave? I knew a somewhat arrogant foe He follows everywhere I go I led him to a steep cliff Just one firm push? Sorry! Im just trying to help Like a diamond, I lingered in uncut stone I let rip a meal cooked on a long finger Luckily, his gluttony stifled a mouth full Always outnumbered, - friends, never outclassed! I cursed a somewhat opinionated predator - He wishes hed never came for me Never seen idle behind his pulpit, Broken hopes become his two polished stones? Yes, he mocks my sunshine and my recipe, With misdirection, cunning, and heartburn - But beware, my dearest naive friends, Soon, hell eat caviar with a fleshy appetizer - you!
Great write....great lines 'his saxaphone sermon is keen'...What is the 'long finger' that wrote the song and cooked the meal?
EDL
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 14, 2005
Fraid not in this case he had best not follow old Judy these days. I know this type of person though and lived through it. Now it is pay back time and he won't need crackers. Excellent thoughts here and powerful message that you bring out.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Reindeer
well witten in both content and form ...
full of great images
twisted....i agree with Judy
it's a new day baby.....
lol
EDL