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Humour Still
Stilling!
You are still
As wonderful
As you ever were
I assure you
I will read you still
Today’s unintended theme
Is
Still
Hence all comments
May not be considered
As still
You are still
Too good
So be still
That we all know still
Twill
Be the best one still
All these comments are
For you still
Why do you ask still?
It does me still
I've always been in motion
Even now and still
Thanks friend
Still
I will be humorous
At will
As always
Still...
Style / type:
Free verse
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Comments
Victorclaude
Wed, 2010-12-15 17:57
this made me think of a
this made me think of a whisky still
white lightnin'
roalin' out of mountain hollers
in cars that weren't still at all
noisy souped up cars runnin' from revenuers
who stayed to chop up their stills still dripping
200 proof
as shiners escaped
and still knew how to make another still
another night
another holler under
a still shining moon.
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)
loved
Thu, 2010-12-16 09:48
thank you Claude
ur victorious
gr8888 comparison /analysis
i am content
STILL
loved
loved
Thu, 2010-12-16 09:45
Poetry is
Still come by
Though you may still say
Silently
Something at your will
Still
Poetry is
An art of manipulating words
To make believe
Some are sincere
Others simply delve
To attract
As butterflies do
Pollen of flower
And
Bees, a hive
Ask Darwin if there is disbelief
For I tell no lies,
Love lies between you and me
The universe doth see
Longo readS my poetrs
Still come by
Though you may still say
Something at your will
Silently still
loved
loved
Thu, 2010-12-16 09:32
A WORLD WITHOUT
A WORLD WITHOUT YOU
LOVING FOLKS LIKE YOU
WOULD BE WORSE
A CURSE
SO DO NOT
MY ABSCENCE REHEARSE
IT COULD BE A SUBJECT
TO CONVERSE.
loved
loved
Thu, 2010-12-16 09:34
Verse
A world without you
Loving folks like you
Would be worse
A curse
So do not
My absence rehearse
It could be a subject
To converse
loved