BucketA Poem by Shannon April Alicethank you as always, for considering my writing.I have climbed 300 steps and sat beside the butchers pets. I have etched in marble stone and rose in blankets made of bones. I have danced with withered w****s and laughed with sinning pirate bores I have taken flights of mind marched in armies of mankind. I have burned the church yard down danced on every hot red mound and dug out wells with pales of red and to the children gave stoned bread. I watched the sea swell with delight Gave hope to those with endless night I grieve by every paupers grave like lovers tears for the newly saved. I have sold off squares of skies to melt off in poisoned pies. I have squander endless gold from rich men's purse where I've cajoled And I will drink my whiskey straight and make a list of what I hate. I will jump off areoplanes crashing through cathedral panes And I will topple endless trees upset the nest of surly bees. And if you don't contain my spill keep your promise in good will For I am simply lost at sea waiting that you come for me. For I am simply biding time waiting for that love of mine. sahn 11/09/14
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4 Reviews Added on November 11, 2014 Last Updated on November 12, 2014 Tags: #amwriting #soulwriter #loveandm AuthorShannon April AliceNJAboutOne day I watched as my mother threw away a box of writing she had saved throughout her lifetime. I asked her why. She replied that they were 'no good'. She said they were arrogant and poor. I will ne.. more..Writing
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