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My past deeds deserve no stoning,
A pauper’s skill I’m sharply honing.
From the caves where magic sleeps,
Into the day the shadows creep.
A fingernail moon is my known crest,
Forgetting all I tried to impress.
I can’t expand on the souls we’ve caught,
Nor speculate on the vacant rot.
My happiness rolls inside of my head,
Tired of tragedies we’re endlessly fed.
Seclusion still holds a charm for me,
There must be some humour I fail to see.
To love it all, or not love at all,
When we’re scared and very small.
The morning rays I find enlightening,
The little things both new and frightening.
Living for night to pass the days,
Molded from some special clays.
A memory stretching into the far past,
Amazing how long remembering lasts.
Taking chances like casting lines,
On quaint natures curiosity dines.
A festive time of drinking and toasting,
While down the stream we’re gently coasting.
7/26/2006 8:40 pm
Oft past deeds may deserve stoning|
Might I ask whom you are boning?
Actually, just funnin' ya WK, it's good, but you know that. Now, let's get back to the boning...
Oh, and yah, you're supposed to comment back, and go view others' blogs...not just sit like a hermit in your little New Deli Cave!
7/26/2006 9:24 pm
Ellenb - my newest friend....I feel safe and warm in my cave...baby stepz first...BONING??? Silly wabbit...the WKressbot NEVER kiss and tellz Thankz for your kind wordz about my writing...I wouldn't call it good when compared to noted otherz....seemz infantile and small....but thankz regardless. Take care and stop by the cave anytime... |
7/28/2006 4:51 am
WKress... you find Ellie is a very good friend as well . She also gives referrals to blogs.. like this one.... here.|
10/12/2006 9:50 pm
this is by far your happiest poem.you make one feel so happy and free.to taste the new things in life.no#1 to me tho i've enjoyed them all this is the best.makes me smile and enjoy my day.ty wkress|