Wednesday, November 11, 2009
a poem
The thing I love, I really love
it really is profound
I will say, and say all day
that it really will astound
A thunderstorm is all I need
To brind my love this way
And if I could control the weather
I'd make one everyday.
When it flashes, I will smile
as it can brighten up the sky,
I'll say wonderful, and fascinating
and anything else that applies.
What I love, I really love
that you might find very frightening
What I love, I really love,
well...its lightning.
Monday, November 2, 2009
random poems
Haiku
A car whizzes by.
I wonder where its going.
All around the world?
Meow meow meow meow meow.
My cats are noisy.
Scratching at the door.
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