I wish that were true
It has gone too far by now
We await our fate.
In the image of God? You must be joking!
Poetry welcomes
With open arms and light heart
All who would enter.
So come on in Gleeber, the meter's fine !
Sun beats down upon Earth
Her rays warm up the ocean
All things will soon change.
Where are the poets
Its so lonely here just now
Where have they all gone.
Ah, music of light
How grand for us to have friends
Who play like the stars
The notes flew like birds
Feathers wilting under lights
As hot as summer.
In the image of God? You must be joking!
the fog it might clear
but i will always be lost
in the snow patrol
the snow aint so quick
as i'd run away to you
poke yersel im clear.
the spiral it spins
as i do towards heaven
summer lets you dance
Haiku's are easy
Sonnets take a lot more thought
On long winter nights.
In the image of God? You must be joking!
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