Unnoticed
The tree that blooms unnoticed, bears sweet blossom still. And has its time of beauty, even on a silent hill
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Poem
Poems – subcategory of the Main Poetry category on Angie’s Diary | Online Magazine.
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.
Carnivores
He was younger and taller,
dressed nicer than me,
as I went to the store,
for cigarettes and some tea.
Then when I came out.
he was waiting, you bet,
and he said kinda loud,
“Hey man, you got a cigarette?”
Aging Troubadour
Aging Troubadour. I sing sweet songs to serenade the beauty on the balcony. Her fierce duenna has forbade the maid to show herself to me. I hear her trying to persuade her to allow a glance at me. You must keep well back in the shade and hide your face most carefully The lady did […]