Bust In The Garden
I’m stuck here in the garden, I watch the flowers come and go. I wish they’d turn me just a bit, so I could see another show.
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Poem
Poems – subcategory of the Main Poetry category on Angie’s Diary | Online Magazine.
No Time
I have no more time, to stumble or bumble, fumble, fidget or fall.I will go over, around, through or under, every time that I meet a wall.
Unnoticed
The tree that blooms unnoticed, bears sweet blossom still. And has its time of beauty, even on a silent hill
My Own Two Feet
I walk on given precious gems far better than a crown of gold two stands with jointed wiggling stems to bring me places yet untold
Privilege
I’m hungry for some oysters.
I shall brook with no delay.
I told the oysters that I’m hungry,
and they must serve me right away.
Piddlin
I wandered around in the Windiwiddle, with a duck and a mouse and a moose with a fiddle. We paused a while to piddle in a puddle, as we mused confused in the middle of a muddle.
Sand
The sea was before him, the cliffs were behind. So he sat down and thought, till a thought came to mind. “I’ll build me a house. There’s plenty of sand.
NYC
It has changed so much from when I lived there in the early 80s, West 70th near Central Park West, an apartment like a closet
The Bloom Of Youth
We’ll strike out for adventure, we’ll wrap ourselves up in destiny. Feel the wind in your hair and desire in your veins.
The Brook
She took the flower,
the flower she took,
that came down with the water,
that came down with the brook.