serve the drums beating waves


serve the drums beating waves
down great morning to next day
revel in the glory of tides
running from birth to the golden years
unchained to the salty air
and the coming of days in streams
subtle and grand
with inherit inspiration I am
talking tales and miles of running
with all possible answers

rebel in an untimed machine
spinning further from the reason why
calling for more money-making air
taking all bets of the table
for the sake of a seat in the soup
a peak at the eating end game
sudden highlights and cow maids
talking to blue men
there is so much laughter
in one's life-mirror




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-05-01 at 00:54

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Bob.
Ken :) ;)
2017-05-01