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could be something like this
by Charlie Morgani await a crown, a dog will bring it;
my dog thinks i am King, so it will be he.
once more i see ether as Karma, i shine.
like liquid lead i roll through a day, a week;
lapping each yesterday with a grip on tomorrow.
i break ahead, cinders fly from my endeavor.
let loose at an age that all is benevolent; safe.
a happy bojangle-hitch lets me dance with the day.
until i zip it up; call in the dogs; the hunt's over.
that day will be a big day of smiles for me; wonder?
about namesakes, lovers, loved ones; blood-kin.
a choice will ease over the knoll of life; settle.
each will see a sunset; each will repeal no law.
yet differences are the clover of life, the flora.
all on this green/blue ball sucking to keep us alive.
inure me to the inurn, then leave as i apply to Heaven;
it shouldn't take long as He knows my heart, my soul.
not confident just humble, i take leave of my body.
04/25/2010 Author's Note: my use of the word "sucking" is gravity. ease up.
Posted on 04/26/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/26/10 at 06:54 AM funny you mention it, cuz that line, "all on this green/blue ball sucking to keep us alive." really stood out to me, what a line, one u wish u wrote...but truly, this piece is full of them, lines I adore...ur crafty craft shows throughout ;) love reading you again and again, and your peace inspires, jewels xo |
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