Patrick Swayze, ’86
I Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind
Patrick Swayze, ’86
I Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind
Never rust.
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
Zomaar wat
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Very nice !
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Thank you! Thanks for stopping by!
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Beautiful image!
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Thank you!
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Future Equals Hope
You can look
You must not hope
Hope only if
Hope if you can fly
Fly above a storm
Fly above it’s eye
Eye it up
Eye it only from the sky
Sky is where you’ll be safe
Sky the only place
Place on the ground
Place its power
Power enough to devour
Power to much for you
You would not endure
You would die
Die stripped of flesh
Die death from wind
Wind not flatulence
Wind a tornado
Tornado with its seeking eye
Tornado nature sweeping
Sweeping clean
Sweeping without malice
Malice a human trait
Malice with which some rule
Rule no contemplation of results
Rule without respect
Respect forcibly demanded
Respect no wind recognises
Recognises not your face
Recognises no barriers
Barriers built by man
Barriers all eroded
Eroded into sand
Eroded by wind whipped waves
Waves oceans moving
Waves capped in foam
Foam white clouds
Foam the froth of madness
Madness winds unleash
Madness out of control
Control natures power
Control mans lust to kill
Kill for pleasure
Kill with no thought of the future
Future winds of doom
Future hurricanes
Hurricanes…
Doom…
like a woman scorned
the winds have no mercy none
punishing times
A blitz poem and a haiku, thanks to you, your poem for the inspiration.
Mick
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Hi Mick, what a lovely comment! I’m very pleased you’ve been inspired to write such a nice poem and haiku! Thanks so much! You returned a lot of inspiration! Much appreciated!
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My pleasure Paul!
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wow Mick! I love how you use the final word in each couplet to begin the next couplet!
I may try my hand at doing a poem like that – however, my thoughts tend to be more silly than deep.
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Thank you.
It is what is called blitz poem. There are rules, lines 3,47, and 48 are important, here is a link to the rules: https://mickhispoetry.wordpress.com/about/#bli
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Cool. Thanks Mick – I’ll check it out on your blog. But if I do it, it’ll probably be rather light-hearted.
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Your most welcome 🙂 Look forward to a blitz from you..
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We’ll see about that … haha
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😉
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Lovely😁
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Thank you!
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I just wanted to let you know that I have nominated you for the Awesome Blogger Award! I love your work!
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Thank you so much! That is really a kind gesture! I don’t know what to say… Much appreciated!!
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Thank you for sharing your talent!
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The woman may be like the wind – but you have the wind sock, so aha!
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Haha!
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