Well, this blog was about poetry and stories. The election was an interesting tangent but let's get back to basics! I don't know about you guys and gals, but I like rhyming poems...
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on Angel’s wings
Past mundane . . . of
nights come home
From Lover’s search
And aimless roam
Says he, “have
I been
beyond
And back
To
find you
what. . . you sorely lack
“The
only thing they granted me
See here:
A pair.
of rainbow clear
Angels wings -- for a fee.”
He puts them on
Soars past the moon
Not
beyond.
I call him back . . .
to his ruin
And Lover falls down
on angels wings
Too lame to burden wind
He sweetly parts and sheds
his wings
And flings . . .
me high above him
