Playing w/words

Writing something a little happier. . .

 

 

I'm playing with words lyke cave men play with fire

It's new to me, a part of my restricted desires

I corrupt my own thoughts and give balances to my own lines

I am in charge of what floods escape my mind

More treasured and loved than gold

My words are luke warm, not hot or cold

Shiny and glistened enough to catch the eye

Or far too separate to ever be a lie

Playing with words lyke a little boy plays with a truck

Saying to myself that i don't give a mutha fluck

You get it? Fluck? F-ormed luck

My fingers tingle trying to find more knowledge to suck up

I gaze and think that this may be the nicest thing ive ever wrote

My brain thinks yes but truly, nope

Ive written of rivers and ive sang of trees

Yet, my parents never told me about the birds and the bees

I learned about them in lyfe

Birds don't lyke the bees because the bees lyke to bite

&the bees don't lyke the birds because they always take flight

Opposites attract so it balances out right

It's a mystery how great sayings form and rise

letters + sentences + poems = a surprise

 

By: B. G. R.

Finished: 07/07/2008 8:46pm

 

 

Reviews

[universalove]

-this poem is food for thought. playing with words is a art form that a person is born with. just like writing words that touch the heart -mind and soul. really good

[universalove]

while reading your poem it brought smiles of joy and happiness into my mind and thoughts. i really enjoyed it very much. plus you have a way with words that are one of a kind.

[SJ Roebling]

I really liked this poem. You write quite well. Kept me interested and caused me to snicker.
Keep up the great work!

[The Mad Prophet]

Very well play you put on with the words you used. Like any good play, you have found the perfect cast of words to perform this masterpiece. Very well done, I applaud.