FriendBurst Blog

LIFE WITHOUT WORDS UNSUNG

Wait dont leave until the last song is sung

Cause I wanna see the fat lady sing

The blood spilling like secrets into soil

Evening fell equivocal dissembling

As the frolicking falsetto singing murderers blood began to boil

Ever since my stunned soul has been trembling

They lived where they pleased and made their own fun

The place where all their stocking are hung

Now six kids later they all live under a bridge in Washington

Raindrops gathered and glistened in the forgotten sun on that cold stormy day of autumn

And all the leaves were stack in a bundle laid out to dry in the sun

Batter plopped and spattered then hissed in the skillet as the cook began to hum

She cried out his name to the blazing sun and ran to the meadow where the horses run

They all got together had big a picnic and sat out in the sun and drank some rum

Oh Englebert! she screeched into the wind whipping her torn blouse as she pointed her gun

As gentle waves lapped and played the silent shore just slipped away

No one want to play where theres no water to play

So they all just stay away till the rains came that very next day

The burdocks rustled in the ravine by the shore

As the screeching gulls joined in to play

I joined in the night music with a gentle snore

Caught in the web of lies that you spun knowing that judgement had already begun with no where to hide and no where to run waiting as you watch your whole world come undone

And turn up side it did when eve ate that apple every thing went haywire and came unspun

A tender verse unsung

To some its all that really matters

To some its just another foul

Reaching for a special goal

With or without regard for anyone else

Maifesting all our dreams a reality

Love is the blooming flower
Love is the colors
Of a rainbow
Floating on a serene lake
Love is the dawn
That brings hope
Love is the evening
That send us to mysterious oblivion
Only to come back
To love again

Come over to my FB now you can do NOTES there instead of blogs.

Note to self why do a note when you can do a poem here and share in the collab and friendly good cheer

Notes Blogs what ever just so it gits the job done

And Id like to think together we can make the poetry fun

Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————————– © November 16 , 2o11