Floyd Crenshaw

My Honeysuckle Moon - Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

found a love
her name
she lives above me
and takes all my waste
with a quiet, constant
'screw you'
in the back of her mind.

the past few days
i've been having
that same
quiet, constant thought.

honey moons
never last long enough

Comments about My Honeysuckle Moon by Floyd Crenshaw

  • Rookie Kay Vitter (8/30/2008 2:58:00 PM)

    Wow! This is the kind of poem I like to pin on the wall of my study room; I might do just that. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Matt Johnston (8/23/2008 5:15:00 PM)

    I’m definitely putting this poem in my favorites. Societies, in general, love to experiment with socialism, but like in this poem they turn out to be pie in the sky or “Honeysuckle Moon” ideas that only look good from a distance. I wish I’d thought to write this one. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie William Jackson (7/31/2008 1:36:00 AM)

    Isn't that the truth. Great write. The question now is which socialist do we vote for? Is it the republicat or the demorat? Well, the republicat might be the lesser of two evils. It's hard to say whether he will morph into the same type of two headed snake we have now that sodomizes the middle class at both ends by catoring to cut throat capitalism while at the same time giving the socialists whatever they want. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 25, 2009

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