God Lives in A Pink Pagoda

Things that contain other things within.

"Shh", mums the word in crhysanthemum.

The wind is trying to sneak through my window.

Destiny is no tiny matter.

Did you hear what I said through your blocked ears or is it too rough?

Don't worry, we can chop through the wax with a you-know-what.

No need to pay life's body tax.

Deal me an ace but leave some space.

I enjoy hanging  the art of my heart.

And playing the part of an empty tart.

'Tis a cinch to measure an inch.

There's a trick when using metric though.

Stop over some time for a four leaf clover.

We'll watch a witch turn on the light switch as she scratches her itch.

Be forewarned, she can be a real b***h.

Casting a spell and sewing a stitch.

We'll shed some tears as we give cryotherpay the cold shoulder.

Rolling life's boulder.

Don't be afraid to capture your feelings with ink.

A nod and a wink.

No matter what others think.

Walk the walk and drink the drink.

There are no apples in Apalachicola, only secular soda.

But God does live in a pink pagoda ...

Author's Note

"Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Moonie]

I really enjoyed the witty puns and alliterations. It's easy for poets to only write during the time when the muse is active(or when the heat is in you), the real trouble is to write when you're absolutely cold, when you have a blank paper infront of you where your future poem is to materialise and yet your brain is completely deserted of any ideas. That's the real challenge of writing. And a writer can only turn pro once he learns to master that.
Again, great poem, and I especially liked the end.

[Pete]

was having some fun with words that contain other words within and came up with this. yes, sometimes we feel the itch to write when there is nothing really pressing to spill out ... :)