You are the best
poetic friend here
I compose off the cuff
old guy Jess used to call me
'a machine gun poet'
may his Lord bless his soul
I just get a brain wave
reading something, something
not necessarily poetry
I just look around
though with blind eyes
sitting on my bathroom
throne
seeing an invisible ant
my mind does rant
compose quickly
before she runs fastly
again my mind
simply flushes out words
mostly at night
when visiting the loo
I am still dreaming
but my voice
comes out screaming
I compose dashedly
you help in editing it
I win always
No 15
this is extempore
just posted
wait till I edit it
then see and say
am I real poet
Ah really
Comments
scribbler and jess
were like lover boys
They taught me the alphabets of poetry
A TO Z
15 WHAT POETRY TELL ME
ME??
I teach very little. I just try to get folks to give a little more thought to what they write.
I posted it on
Alan's page pl check thanks15
ok will extract it
15
15
but I will be over the thunder box
let me compose
in my own silly way
some one will one day say
what a silly poet was
Lovedly
went into the tsunami
washed away by the waves
and then
GONE WITH THE WIND
eating CORONA PIE
AND THEN HE BUT HAD TO DIE
NOT A TASTY PIE OR WAS IT
NO reply
now he has gone to rest
LET'S DO a slow march
like in the Military funeral
of Kings and Queens
Lovedly had also once been
what
ha guess it
THANKS 15
OK FIFTEEN