Stolen Nights Of A Lost Nightingale Poem by me poet yeps poet

Stolen Nights Of A Lost Nightingale

All my neurons are
slipping away
hold-on to yours

miserable lonely
distanced nights
will soon fly away

what expectations next
ask privately
your Spiritual Masters
who will then ask
their secret
GODS


Nice night version of love
contained in your limp poetry
lifelessly oozing from
ALL YE
PH poets


though I had a different version
of expectation
of your night conversation

I anticipated gals and guys
going around red Corona
tracking

come over enjoy with me
this distancing
is now life un-abling

why only by pass me
I amover eighty
to enjoy my off beat poetry
(no more mighty)

you all may continue
to read
even Silently

virus can not snatch thee
fromPOET in Me

PP Meme....mama..ME....