An extract from ”A bowl of cherries”
http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/a-bowl-of-cherries
Her apple
My rhymes will keep you company
until your journey ends
you and I are passengers
we might as well be friends.
I went down to the market place
to see what I could buy,
and as I looked a little girl
just happed to catch my eye.
As she trailed behind her mum
a shiny red apple, I saw,
before her very nose had come,
whose apple in the world could it be
that it should plumb so level?
by any law that she could see
it belonged to her [and she had it]
I will fill your lap with roses
to fragrance your sojourn
pure white petalled, velvet reds
just be careful with my thorn.
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That’s a nice poem, thanks for sharing it.
- Evan
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So much wisdom within those lines, dear — my dainty girl has totally grown up now.
And it is, indeed, a hearty hello to my dear ol’ friend
Thanks for the thread somewhere in off-topic forum. Catch up again, later!
Baba how lovely it is to see you, somewhere in that thread is mention of pretty girls and big boobys, you have made many friends and should pop in to say hello. luv Suz
I welcome you as a friend, although I fear the thorn, hidden behind those words, as beautiful as the roses
Yes my dear but if I said to you that I have no thorn why that would be the biggest and cruellest thorn of all, I am one who believes that we have need of a Saviour, not considered sentient these days.
The picture and the poem beautifully matched – excellent.
Len THERE you are, I encourage everyone to see your photo-art http://lenfirewood.wordpress.com have a nice [frosty] day
Thorn? What thorn?? Where is it???
Ah dear Baba you are more sentient than to believe a woman can be perfect-or even good sometimes, beat her into submission used to be the good old British answer. Baba are you gonna have another blog?
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I just put a howdy on your blogcatalog page, private message.
I’m afraid that would be an over-statement, GD.
I have another blog, a humor one written in Bahasa Indonesia, but set private functioning as a test blog for any glitch WordPress.com may have — that’s for Moderator thingie in case anyone somewhere in the forum needed a technical help with their blog.
I will have another public blog once I’ve settled down with a real job but for the meantime being a reader of others’ (esp. yours) seems to be my greatest interest
I sense that being tied down to a job was not your aspiration but harsh realities have set in? don’t lose your dreams Babes but this provision thingie is a tough nut,wise men have become foolish and honest men spiritual pickpockets trying to crack it. You can tell I’m brewing up a powem here
Take care
You read me quite precisely, GD, but IMHO an old saying ‘Life of a man begins at forty’ exists for good reasons — aside from physical, emotional and spiritual maturity one has — about which I’m now trying to dig a lil’ deeper here. You take care too, dear.
Always friends