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I feel the brushing of the reeds of returning

pleasure

I feel like blushing when I think of such a whimsical

treasure

I was penned a long time ago as being a point well

taken poet

most people I know of to speak of have no wit

and I'd be willing to bet that that's just it

why not put another down when you know where you've

gotten in life is likely all the further you'll get

at some point in time that's probably just the goal

for yourself you set

over this very subject my many poetic exercises I

have spent

some were good some were bad and others I just

let them go wherever they went

I would rather live in a tent with the man I love

than live in a mansion with a man I don't

I try to make my own man understand this very idea but he can't or won't

my creativity is best unleashed when I settle down for a quick sleep

then the wantful words come rushing head long at me

words that simply won't keep

the odds against me are indeed quite steep

from simple writer to aspiring poet was indeed a

rather large and lasting leap

the anger is the ink that blots this page

my brain's very own essence

it's paint

sure I admit I love men on the whole

quite dearly and that makes me no sate

but there was truly only one who could make me

swoon and nearly faint

for this lesson of love I paid an extremely high

price

in last place always finishes the girl so unselfish

and nice

loving one so completely I'd say is not wise

to thy very object of love in the end i can be a

weapon in disguise

you see my heart didn't quite fit him to size

so he threw it foolishly away

and now one day soon in his quest for another

he will have to offer up his own so to pay

some would say the Lord has his own special way

of getting just that , his way

he knows just what I speak of and I'd like to believe

he's behind every word I say...........

( written Aug 13,1991 am)