To the Lyricist: a song.
I am the seeking one
I see life as split into two
But notice sneaky shades of grey too
I sit on the palm tree
The clock strikes three
Jesus I just need to see
I spot him by the door
Right on the dot of four
Through the entrance people pour
To secure a place near him on the floor
He says nothing until five
As some latecomers arrive
Now the place is like a beehive
I make sure to mind my own drive
Wondering what others hope to derive
Crowds hear as he speaks
Of wisdom his mouth reeks
To the wrecked he brings a sure fix
Without him Earth could soon be in a fix
Darn! I am hungry and it is just six
And I had waited for this for weeks
It chimes seven
And I am so riven
My hunger is a given
But I am also driven
To seek Christ’s truths that enliven
Setting me free from death’s oven
Argh! But please be done before eleven
I Feel Shadows 
can’t believe you were thinking about food, with HIM right there!!! lol
Hehehhahaha!!!! Why??? Silly conflict of desires. Can I ignore both? Ain’t I human too? Hehehe! But don’t think the worst yet. At least, I held on for long.
just shameful! 😉
Hahhahahaha!!!!!! Lollll!!!!!!
Okay Chris–you are going to freak. I have a poem in drafts called: Seven. I am going to post it–because we are on the same page!! different sides of it, I think–but weirdly in sync.
7…I did it a little differently–but I heard the call of “7”.
Tripping…I be tripping….
Hehehehehe!!!!! Same page? That’d be a kick! Of course, different sides. By definition, two insame writers cannot be on exactly same side. Insanity means diversity. Once you are outta that box, there is a huge world out there. Okies. Got your email notice. Here I come for your post!
“Crowds hear as he speaks
Of wisdom his mouth reeks”
Oh dear Doc, here you go again
forcing those rhymes,
how many more times
must I endure your crimes,
of poetic subjugation
oh the abomination!
The clock struck midnight,
this ain’t my plight
so I’m cuttin’ right.
Later my soothsayin’ seer… ☼
And the venerable assembly of poets suddenly go crazy with “Maddy!!!!!!!”
Way to go, girl!
But I did my time
For my crime
Left without a dime
For all my rhyme
You did good, girl! Did good!!!
I bid thee farewell! Pleasure having you around, thou sneaky fairy!