Jazzy Davies Poems
|43.||Moments Of Joy||4/28/2005|
|47.||Forest Fantasy (X-Rated)||5/18/2005|
|49.||Thoughts From A Traffic Jam||4/27/2005|
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There's not enough time in this lifetime for us
no time for talk
no time for sleep
The need inside me is an ache
Knowing the limitations life puts in our way
makes me break
jagged and raw, why isn't it simple?
Every moment treasured, and revisited
Rosy days overcome the grey ones
but still this ache, gnawing at my heart
it's not enough, you make me want more
How did you do this?
Weaving yourself into my being
Well, welcome, consider yourself home.
The Bog At Faerie Glen
The twinklin and stinklin of the bog at Faerie Glen
lured many a trav'ller, every now and then.
Shuddering sands 'neath weary feet
suckin' and slurpin', there's no retreat.
Tis no sirens work, just folklore and myth
the promise of riches, come, come, forthwith.
Dumply and festering, rank in its lair
gnarled, twisted mangroves whisper...beware