Treasure Island

Poetheart (back)

(05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

A grey friar whit desire! !


A grey friar pursuit
a huge taste of honey
that he cared.... for so long....
He said... and all people listened
That..... calm down my desire
Or calm down with desire
I think.....humble...with myself....
that just inspire him and set him afire

Submitted: Saturday, January 25, 2014
Edited: Sunday, February 02, 2014

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Credits: Poet Robert Green... for the idea...

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  • Monk E. Biz (5/28/2014 11:20:00 AM)

    A huge taste of honey
    does my fire light
    what time do you get home, funny?
    let's get on with tonight's delight! (Report) Reply

    Poetheart Morgan (7/7/2014 1:42:00 PM)

    Poet...you make me laugh.....Your inspiration has no end....Thank you so much....

  • Ed Nigma (2/20/2014 6:49:00 PM)

    The last 2 poems have to do with food. Now I am really hungry. Shrimp cocktail's and honey nut cheerios! ! I like the simplicity of this one that just passionately conveys a desire for something sweet as honey. Nicely Done =)

    Allan Gerard~ (Report) Reply

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