I thank you now, mom
For wise words in youthful days;
You, who departed.
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I thank you now, mom
For wise words in youthful days;
You, who departed.
You, who departed
though the memory shines on
those precious few years
Those precious few years,
Will gently haunt me until
My last breathe ceases.
My last breathe ceases.
Then my brother will chop me
in bits and feed Pete
in bits and feed pete
had no rival on the street
but we banked elsewhere
Oh yes, Jainie! And a little story aboutQuote:
Originally Posted by Janine
"Not this night but the night before,
Four and twenty robbers came a-knocking on my door"
I kind of combined the two! ;)
But we banked elsewhere
With three children in one bed—
How did you survive?
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How did you survive?
Life's singeing slings and arrows,
Burning heart of woe.
Beautiful poem, Penn - Reflection
Love the last two lines.
burning heart of woe,
a jalapeno too far;
fear the mexican
Burning heart of woe
so many empty moments
to go back and live
To go back and live,
Healing may be possible;
Scarred hearts wait in time.
Scarrd hearts wait in time
To heal and mellow calmly.
Beat on my only.
Beat on my only
Faithful heart of hearts, locked
grave in mournful breast.
Hi Virgil...hi!
grave in mournful breast -
tombs of the unforgotten -
faith incinerates
faith incinerates
while her depressed soul's mad
at our mother earth
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Reccura is tooooootalllly depressed. So she makes depressed haikus. :bawling:
at our mother earth,
down below in the darkness
they toil deep underground
they toil deep underground,
where hides that mithril,
true silver armor makes—
true silver armor makes
a waistcoat no weapon fears,
they cannot mar it
they cannot mar it,
dwarves! unearth mithril—
They dug far too deep…
they dug far too deep—
unearthed fire and shadow mixed—
run! A balrog comes…
Be not sad my Artist! Uncle Pen