| Whispers of innocence Echoing words from some distant film, I remember the look As I finished the book And I kissed you with my eyes. Your red dress filled the entire room I want to fill you now And I will show you how Your love is my winners prize. Dreamers kissed but not in dreams They wonder what’s in store As they see the unlocked door Of youths vast enterprise Hold me in untouched innocence In that dress you always wore I will love you deep and more With the truth that never dies |
| Good Day I woke up and I felt good today Something might be “going my way” The milk wasn’t sour And the bread wasn’t old The trees were “in flower” And my tea wasn’t cold I couldn’t believe my fortune or luck So I relaxed awhile to read a book But the eyes couldn’t see The print was too small Where could my “specs” be? They’re not here at all I panicked as I searched like three kings Inside drawers, cupboards and things I hunted low and hunted high Everywhere, that has to be known I was beat and started to sigh These glass things had surely flown. I gave up then and thought of my tea And to live my whole life unable to see My tea was now cold And the book was unread But was I then so old I found my “specs” on my head 27 June 2003 |
| If you want to read more of mine go to "OWN PAGES" and then my name written as Green, Davidalso on the same site you will see my sisters poems [Marian Dunham]and my Russian friend "Antonina Mickelson" she write in Russian and the translates into English she then emails them to me and I change the line and metre and try to keep the same meaning.. My "OWN PAGES" are at:: http:// www.poetryemotion.net |
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