My random poems from twitter (140 characters or less).
4 am. I lay warmly abed,
Rain raps its staccato fingers on the glass
And my sleeping lady lies naked next to me.
Croesus riches r but nought.
Little dreams of a moth.
I have little dreams,
They are quiet and shy.
I dream of primrose days
And the patterned wings of butterflys
Sometimes I dream of thee,
And sometimes I dream of us,
But come the Primrose light of day
My dreams fall back to dust.
But when next I lay abed,
Eyes closd by nights velvet glove,
Return to me quiet dreams,
My shy dreams..
My dreams of sylthn love.
How do I declare that to thee,
What is natural as leaf to tree?
As close a bond as river to reed,
As smile to laughter!
Yourself , my need.
The cold claws into the bone,
Hollows the heart,
Freezing the home.
Must needs warmth like a summers day,
A lovers frolic in new-cut hay!
The mirror tells its secret tale,
What is REALLY YOU will prevail,
When all may not be as it seems,
The really you will haunt my dreams.
China girl, shy thy eyes,
Lest thy soul I do surmise.
Cherry lips; silk fan eclipse,
Tho heart-face turn aside,
Womanly beauty cannot hide.
Neath dark root of Mallee tree,
Quite hid there for history,
Things thou will never see:
Pots & poems and chipperee
Secreted there of you by me.
Poetry chess between you and me.
You open; Ruy Lopez,
I counter shiny knight.
Until our pieces do finally see
Checkmate to thee or me.
I held a bird with broken wing,
No more to fly, tender thing.
Put it down or leave it go?
Let nature deal the final blow?
Yet in its small, frightened eye,
A touch of myself do I espy,
Who am I to refuse it balm,
When never has it done me harm?
Why not, with helping touch,
Can I not relieve its hurt,
And with tender love & care,
Will it not sing once more its air?
It will not fly you cld say,
And does a tree run away?
And does the oyster glued to rock,
Not wait with patience for its food?
So this bird, broken now,
Us together shall allow
Some moments when we can share,
A little of life, a lot of air.
Would pebble fall,