Just Imagine
Author: Bentleewalking, imaginary thought of imaginary time, in an imaginary place with an imaginary strut on an imaginary sidewalk seeing imaginary pigeons on an imaginary town clock with an imaginary bell dinging imaginary tones into the imaginary air over the imaginary town letting the imaginary people know it's imaginary tea in their imaginary homes with their imaginary friends over for an imaginary visit during their imaginary day in their imaginary life with their imaginary thoughts of imagining~
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 3:29 PM CST
andrew149
Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UK
Thu Aug 27, 2009 3:37 PM CST
I don't need to imagine now my friend, you made it real for me,
thankyou......I must be havin a good influence over you my friend, writings getting better,,,,,lol
Bentlee
trenton, Ontario Canada
Thu Aug 27, 2009 3:54 PM CST
An i thought I was imagining it:) lol thanks Andrew.
QuietStormF
Southern Ontario, Ontario Canada
Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:02 PM CST
Very interesting one here Bentless.. Wow imagine that!
Bentlee
trenton, Ontario Canada
Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:06 PM CST
Lol yeah. . . . just imagine:)
Bentlee
trenton, Ontario Canada
Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:52 PM CST
Ty Jazzy it's like being in never never land lol, ty :)
sshore
Hyderabad India
Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:13 PM CST
imagining a friend would be so good too imagining always a friend imagining
love it bentlee
StressFree
small city, Kalmar Sweden
Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:21 PM CST
I loved it! Thanks Bentlee...I loved how it flowed and the visuals brought on by the words was transcending....one of your better poems for sure.
It's only real if we imagine and believe it...the dreamer dreams the dream. Choose a dream of happiness and harmony
So, there is no spoon? lol
Is it real or memorex?
All material things or non-material events begin with our imaginations...
Bentlee
trenton, Ontario Canada
Sat Oct 17, 2009 5:50 AM CST
Ty sshore lol glad you enjoyed it, good comment lol :)
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Sat Oct 17, 2009 5:59 AM CST
wat a crock of shite ya queers poetry is so boring