Train sojourn
You are here the poet of all times
light a candle darkness vanishes
keep moving about the train
your body is in equal equation
you become
a part of it in harmonic motion
and
then you can see
the blades of grass smiling
as the wind brushes thy face
on the moving train
your hair, if you have any
I have very little of it,
makes you feel the touch of glory
as the sojourn moves on
ere the end when comes the dawn
and you mourn
why did it have to dawn?
how you wished you could move on
but dawns are as inevitable too
as sunsets become true
so you enjoy the train of life
if only you have
love and sadness
the dawn springs
Okay wake up
now ends your sojourn
let come another dawn
morn after morn
life’s sojourn goes on and on
and on...
Comments
just holding on till the sojourn is gone 15 hours hence
Great
when ever I speak
they are all out to castrate
with age we have to make do
once in a way
as say you
esker knows too
you now do
the rise and fall of man
is not uncommon
it's only age
we all live in an old age
the world is flying at multi- jet speed
and
to the moon
we long ago did leap
yes moon- man
once in a blue
do across our oldies pages sweep
also
don't let oldies weep
they are still pedestals
may be now weak
young kids I see
with pistols of poetry
they blow more than they show
give them a place to know
how many did see their show
as they did
blow flow go etc so so
poetry otherwise one day will go
without a burial also
Every...
once in a while, you leave an awesome line just lying around and I don't think that you know what you have there. For example: "Young kids I see, with pistols of poetry
They blow, more than they show"
Natty line, that! ~ Gee.
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thanx geez
on another site i visit
guys are only
composing poetry
on human pistols
theirs
as they activate
and
gals don't get scared
they all love to bare
and share
pellets loads et all
ere the guy's
falls
thus the pistol
I fired
which you alone here
has admired