Guzzik Posted May 10, 2008 Report Share Posted May 10, 2008 PLEASE DO TAKE NOTE THAT, ALL POEMS ARE MY OWN WORK AND THUS ARE COPTWRITED, ANY PERSON ILLEGALY COPYING OR USEING THE WORK WILL BE PROSCECUTED. GREY STONE FINGERSA road a path a field nearby, with grey stone fingers that point to the sky.A guard walks by, it makes me cry..........The y come by the car load, bus loads toOn the eve of the longest dayTo prayor, so they say.......Fat ones, skinny ones, losers allto get pissed up and have a bawl.."HEY!!! LOOK??? Thats where I carved my name,I was so stoned I could barely crawl"......With knife and chisel paint pot tooThey climb the fence, their work to do......Its no wonder its barred from me.............And you......BUT!Have a think!........Can you imagine it?The moons full bright!The candles glow.The drum beats loud and the Pan Pipes blowPagans, Witches, Druids too, on with robe and of with shoe!We circle the Alter - The stars shine brightBut, none can compare with our eyes this night.The music starts and of we go! With glittering eye and twinkling toe.We EKO! EKO! to the night. Our Goddess, the moon, is in our sight.All of a sudden the Priestess shouts STOP!!!!And we all sit down, in a bit of a flop.My old heart is hammeringMy eyes are aglow..............Man o man can you imagine itCould it be so?JT Walker-Smith Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted May 12, 2008 Report Share Posted May 12, 2008 ~ I like that! Fun & thoughtful. Thank you {Posting you poetry also makes it copyrighted, time & date stamped & all.} Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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