Manonton Dalan

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So I Keep Coming - Poem by Manonton Dalan

by lakes lips
kissing few astray
balls from cruel clubs
broken tees littered
scars on green, not fix
falling leaves, squirrel
run up and down a tree
I love fish gliding
like silent submarine

barbeque scent nearby
drive my senses desiring
pork ribs and corn cobs
stop by clubhouse on turn
pick hot dog and hot chili
warm a bit and we're away
chasing rainbow by fairway
next shot would be my best one

Topic(s) of this poem: sports

Comments about So I Keep Coming by Manonton Dalan

  • C. P. Sharma (11/15/2015 6:43:00 AM)

    A medley mix up of romance and tastes and original imagery. Lovely write with rhythmic beat. (Report) Reply

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  • Ari Alsio (11/15/2015 5:17:00 AM)

    Falling leaves, but have you ever seen the squirrel slips? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 15, 2015

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