FIDGETING smile, drat that bone.
BREEZE sprang up, send all the
big bad vultures home.
CHEERFUL confusion makes
extraterresttrial laugh, drat that
bone, i know it come back.
LEAPING, leaping, leaping
like frog, finding no botten, better
call or phone home,
FIDGETING smile, drat that bone,
breeze sprang up, send all the bad
ass vultures home.
WE END WHENCE WE START...CDEATIVE DECISIONING...''''''''''FRANK
How extraordinary, I have just commented on a poem of yours confusing 'cultures' with 'vultures' and suddenly see you have vultures in this one! Was the other one a subliminal message?
this poem is in the carter style it shows a lot of confusion wanders of in many directions you weren't a member of his poetry CLASS were you david OR MAYBE carter was your pupil REGARDS AJS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi David, I love your poetry. It is really expressive and you write with great emotion. you have a lot to say in these poems of yours. Excellent.