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Words I love

words to read
words to write
words to sing
be it day or night.

Give me a book;
sing me a song.

words of smile
words that cry
words that are
always not so nice.

tell me of your good
share with me your pain.

words of comfort
words of rage
words by fools
or maybe a sage

I know you not i think
but your words know me.

words to love
words to breathe
words remain
as I forever sleep.

You will miss me not
but maybe what I said.

 

Prompted @ Poetry potluck[favorite things] , Big Tent Poetry[Write a poem in which you have to repeat yourself.]

Postman

I still remember well
when I saw him last;
the paper brown dress
and the matching cap.
bundles of folded paper
some colored some bland
delivering all to right place
yet never seen empty hand.
“where is my letter sir”
I never failed to ask
“no one wrote to you dear”
he said and he had a laugh.
So when I was able to spell
I promptly set myself to task
and wrote a one-liner to me
to give to him next time he passed.
He never came that day or next
i forgot of him and the mail
and now I we no longer see them
since people learned of emails.

Written for PAD challenge day 4 , Sunday Scribbling , Poetry Potluck

Indulgence

I wish
I wish I could
I wish I could control
I wish I could control my senses
I wish I could control my senses as I pass
I wish I could control my senses as I pass the bakery shop
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish I could control my senses
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish I could control
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish I could
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish I
As I pass the bakery shop,I wish
As I pass the bakery shop,
but I stop,
I stop as I pass
I stop as I pass the bakery shop
I stop as I pass the bakery shop ’cause I can not
I stop as I pass the bakery shop ’cause I can not control
I stop as I pass the bakery shop ’cause I can not control my senses.
Since I can not control my senses,I always stop at the bakery shop
Since I can not control my senses,I always stop
I can not control,to have a cake I stop
I can not control,and have a cake
I just can not control
must have cake.

 

Prompted by March challenge (Day 15 – Patterns) , Poetry Potluck