Poems of Mickel Allen
|1.||As She Sleeps||5/12/2012|
|2.||Behind Her Smile||9/2/2013|
|6.||LORD ALL THAT I ASK...||5/12/2012|
|8.||Sensual Body Lines||3/10/2014|
|11.||This Ones For You||5/28/2012|
So much hurt, so much strain, so much alienation
Lack of work, numb with pain, causing much frustration
Still refined, poised and kind, yet no appreciation
Only time, knows how I, will influence many nations.
Since a child, in the mind, I had cultivated.
Thoughts that rhyme, are sublime or just plain creative
But no spine, had I then, to be so liberated
As to write, publicize, my thoughts now regurgitated