Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Afflicted

I have a certain way with words
or so some people say
‘but poetry is for the birds’
the thought they don’t relay

but I must keep on penning it
for it’s a damned disease
that won’t allow the ill to quit
until their last dry wheeze.
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9 comments:

  1. Shirley8:13 AM

    Well, I just hope for our sake you don't find the cure!

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  2. Carrie Van Horn10:24 AM

    You have such a beautiful affliction...like Shirley said we don't want you to find the cure.
    Always enjoy your poetry. :-)

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  3. Robert Lloyd10:58 AM

    A sickness that there are no meds to cure. For once pills cant solve this and thats ok!! Great poem thank you for sharing.

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  4. Dimple11:20 PM

    Hello Bob,

    I love this disease :)
    Nice lines...
    "but I must keep on penning it
    for it’s a damned disease"

    Regards,
    Dimps

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  5. rch10:45 AM

    I figured this may strike a chord with those similarly afflicted ;)

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  6. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall5:31 PM

    http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/agreement-between-jingle-and-thursday-poets-rally-participants/

    I host Thursday Poets Rally,
    Rally week 25 will be on July 21, 2010,
    please read the post via the link carefully and make a decision, if you signed in, then come to Rally week 25 by commenting under my post...
    let me know what you think.
    love your creative mind here,
    u rock!

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  7. rch6:30 PM

    Hi Jingle, thanks a lot but I barely have time to do what I do now, but I'm sure we'll interact through Poet's United.

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  8. D.M.K.4:26 PM

    I think every "true" poet feels this way.

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  9. rch11:28 AM

    Thanks SL, I checked out your blog and am loving it, will add you to my links later when I get home.

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