Wandering lonely as a cloud Words I speak far too loud Those around do stop and stare No comprehension in their glare Shrug and regard me as some freak Simply because it's verse I speak Poets may write to ease their soul Or for some more altruistic goal These simple words that they pen Should get you asking Why! What! When! That this is true is why I'll happily Continue to indulge in writing Poetry
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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always.......love this.....my highest compliment to you......WISH I WROTE IT.......... pax A
~Jackie~
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~Nikki~
Love
Tinka
*Marlene* :-)
why NOT??? i can relate--excellent write!
((((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
William
this write...
Job well done...
Trixie :)
This is lovely David...you've a most impressive way with words...Thanks, Dani
Yes, it is good for the soul
Cuggs,
~~Linda~~