Raymond Sawyer


For Where There A House Thus One Feel The Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one wish to feel the touch of respect thus for there a house of the angel for who will touch a heart with the touch of respect and yet every min feel the respect from the house of the angel the more once eyes will sparkle in the night but when one look to the sky for one see a star with a twinkle in the night but night after night for one feel the touch of respect from the house of the angel and yet for where there a house thus one feel the respect.


Just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling like the touch of a rose that is in full bloom but when one see a bird thus the bird will touch the blue sky with respect that fill the bird to touch once heart but for who will feel the touch of the house of respect every min that one see a house for one feel the touch of respect in once heart just to look to the sky for there a star with the touch of respect and yet for where there a house thus one feel the respect.


For every house that been touch with respect for it's the house of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night but when the sun raise thus one see a bird that will fill the morning blue sky the more one see a bird is like seeing the angel with eyes that sparkle in the night sky with respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family that fill the air with respect time after time for one who wish shall see the angel of respect for it's the angel that will touch once heart and yet for where there a house thus one feel the respect.


Thus every warm smile is the smile of respect that the angel fill in once heart but where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect shall see a house of the angel for who will knock on the door for respect but for every min that one knock on the door of the angel that will fill once heart with respect when one feel the touch of respect thus for what one feel is the touch of the light of respect that come from the house of the angel for every touch of the angel and yet for where there a house thus one feel the respect.

Topic(s) of this poem: than-bauk

Form: Ballad


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Well good morning to all the people that come here just for a good cup of fresh cup of coffee just before they have to be at work but when they feel a warm smile that says welcome to Starbucks.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015



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