I'm done writing about All the scammers and players That don't carry any clout
Because we all know They'll rob us of our glow Our peace, love and sanity With all their vanity Layer by layers
There’s so much more to me Than words of disdain Like the courage to be free All the people I love And walks in the rain Of these I’ll speak of
I’ll write about stars and clouds I'll shout out loud about Mountains, snow and rainbows Soft blankets of mist And magical secret windows
Being caught in a storm and butterflies Not the lows anymore, rather all the highs
Because we all know that scammers and players Will never know the depths of love and compassion They are all just unspeakable hate purveyors
Poets feel, we’re real and we can communicate with passion That is why I am moving on, changing course and taking this action
My poison pen is retired I refuse to be mired Get myself all wired I'm done, and I'm tired
I mean it, so, in any event this is sent To let you know I’ve had my say, said my peace I have to admit it was such a great release!
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
I needed to write about not writing about the players...and I feel better now. My Dad had that Irish wit...and used to tell me "consider the source"....enough said! Peace everyone!!
Comments (1)
A rare gem of poetry.
Cafe