Dear Ms. Colon,
When I'm at home
my verse
spills right out,
it's wet and gooey
often chunky and chewy
explodes!
right out of heart's spout
Oh it's messy, not too dressy
my thoughts splattered about,
but when it's out, eliminated,
then it's time
for the night's 'lights out'
So where am I going
with all of this, semi-flowing
I'm getting there right now,
It's my admiration
for your smooth adjeverbation!
The pure music of your poems delight!
They flow right in my mind
and directly to heart
such rhythmic happiness, they, me ignite!
You know rhymspelflowpuncutmeteritity
with such grand fluidity
my lopsided verse I should hide!
Keep doing what your doing
perfection always brewing
Your verses are so sweet
We'll all keep reading
our spirit you're feeding,
until one day in Poet's
Heaven we meet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thank you, dear sir, For your flowing verbosity, I floated to Cloud Nine..... You supplied the velocity, I can't help but think Of this praise, I'm not deserving, Though I'm a calm soul, I found this to be unnerving, It's not a complaint...... I'll bake the cake and brew the tea.... Then invite you in.... If you'll write more poems for me! ! Ha! some women are never satisfied, right? Thank you... this is delightful!