and there's the Rythm

and there's the Rythm

A Poem by Steven Robert Ford
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ENTRY IN RANDOM POETRY CONTEST.

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the words fall on to the key board from my finger tips,
of a man who loved women with big hips,
though the women did not like him so much. 
Its true this man had one crutch,
and the dutch in him likes a life more simple.
The man had an idea to paint the infinite sky on
his bed room wall as something magical began to happen.
The walls of his room turn magically into this cartoon sky.
He felt himself floating, as though he had the ability to fly
Floating, he slowly watched himself turn into a cartoon, moving closer and closer to the cartoon drawn steep cliff.
the shroom had brought on this twist of reality finally.
he imagined glue dripping from the walls... only to grab a glass of milk and go sit and trip with friends.

© 2010 Steven Robert Ford


Author's Note

Steven Robert Ford
honest opinion. I am good at taking notes.

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If God doesn't make it , don't take it, shrooms fall definitely within that category I'd say :) Well done, it was very imaginative and trippy, I love it, like watching an animation like "Nine" in your head. Don't try this at home kids, some shrooms are deadly.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Steven Robert Ford
Steven Robert Ford

Milledgeville, GA



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My name is Steven Ford. I realize that I know nothing about writing, but still I write. I may not always spell things correctly, but being human I accept that. I accept my failures and few successe.. more..

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