Val Brooklyn Rogers
Biography of Val Brooklyn Rogers
At age 23 I managed to write what I considered to be a
Satisfactory piece of art. I can't remember the exact
Title. It started with: a dimpled splash of gray on
A frigid November MORNING
The BEST day of my life was February 17,1966 I was
Born a being of human descent destined for literary
Greatness of some TYPE, the elusive DESTINY OF most
I enjoyed a fantastic childhood, became an amateur
Poet and published a TREASURE TROVE of poems on
Poetry soup website. I also hold the copy writes
To several other poems on My WORD wizard website.
I have not yet experienced the fame I hunger for.
Nonetheless for effort sake. I will travel the
Streets of poetry until I discover my own private
Val Brooklyn Rogers Poems
T he contentious people play prioritizing purposefully H happily scribble FANTASTIC dribble E asily influenced by the score board
I Amuse Myself
When no one else is around I amuse myself while sitting down And bring myself loads of joy when I pretend to be a stand up comedian
Indigo Garden Indigo Rose
The red rose may be beautiful Or grand sensual even LOVELY Then I strolled the garden BLUE
In time And time in rhyming line After line Is mine
To catch a fever tonight means you're burning with desire for me ignite the fire Within incite
Laundry Spring Thinkings
Washing spinning suds Watching thinking on spring things Carnations in strict Formation and blue roses
A Steady Drum Rhythm
The city in the summer nights. Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow. Living does rhyme with time.
My belove as we dream Merrily we stroll the path of Life hand in hand together as Planned, so happily
Camera engaging Strictly amazing Focusing bring it in
Do not give thought to your stagnant place. Everyone has their station in life. No matter if you've been told other wise in the scheme of things you Will earn your place in life.
What Madness Be
Madness be a delicious cocktail with a harmonious hilarity of Laughter add spices with merriment all day long. Madness be a city in joyous turmoil expanding at the borders Where everyone belts out a tuneless song.
Night Of The Sun