‘Twas you … again

‘Twas you … again

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Just a fictional theme … wondering through my head!

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'Twas you … again



T’weren’t the scruffy old tom cat

Screaming at its own reflection

In the stagnate garden fishpond

Kept me from gettin’ any sleep


‘Twas you … again


The stale peanut buttered bread

‘N greasy bacon straddled topping

Ain’t the source of my gut bubblin’

In the way it has been just lately


‘Twas you … again


Skull’s a busting from pain rumbling

Causing one huge soreness in my head

Like lightening smashing stones apart

‘N only entity I can point my finger too


‘Twas you … again


My piston blood’s a pumpin’ so fast

It’s like every vein is gonna explode

The pulsing just painful in my chest

This happenin’ to a throbbing heart


‘Twas you … again


Susceptible sinew of my very persona

Has been infected by happenstances

As I undergo a steady creepin’ over me

For strange symptoms can only mean


‘Twas you … again


The solitary treatment I believe will aid

Lovesickness epidemically befalling me

'Tis to intravenously transfuse your juices

Into unfilled consciousness and psyche


‘Till you … again … renews me


Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

© 2018 Phill Oz O'fee


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To me, missing someone I really miss is one of the most irksome and even painful sensations I can think of. I can relate very well to some of the sensations so aptly described here, especially gut bubbling, head aching and heart pounding in the middle of sleep. A very real and convincing write.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

Many thank yous' my friend .. :-)
AYVID N

6 Years Ago

It is such a pleasure!



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Man this girl sure has some serious physical side effects. lol. I like it. Drawn in so completely to another can leave you short of breath and absent minded for sure.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I definitely see beauty in this original piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That first verse is a killer; left field but so apt and the rest of 'the wondering through your head' matched up.

Great and clever use of our language; most enjoyable.

Beccy.


Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The solitary treatment I believe will aid
Lovesickness epidemically befalling me

mmm does solitary treatment really help ... :)
a difficult one to cure this epidemic...:P

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A poem with a meaning to all with a subtle injection of the barnum effect.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very nice, but it was hard to read since English isn't my first language. I liked it after I read it several times and understood it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a poem of missing someone and longing for them in every possible way... Living with the haunting phantoms of that love... Thank you for sharing

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

Your comments are most welcome :-)
To me, missing someone I really miss is one of the most irksome and even painful sensations I can think of. I can relate very well to some of the sensations so aptly described here, especially gut bubbling, head aching and heart pounding in the middle of sleep. A very real and convincing write.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

6 Years Ago

Many thank yous' my friend .. :-)
AYVID N

6 Years Ago

It is such a pleasure!

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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..

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