This poem like many of mine is fictitious,
Then again it could be true.
The decision dear reader,
Is truly up to you.
There's a archway within,
My favourite poet tree.
It's a portal within a portal,
To all the worlds between.
It's almost as though,
It contains my dreams.
The vail between each world,
Is thinner than it seems.
That's where I met mysteriously,
The friends of mine.
Yes it's true,
I put them in my rhymes.
They say the time is near,
Where between our earth's.
The portals over time,
Between us will disappear.
Time is relative so I hear,
The merger between us.
Will surely not happen,
For at least a billion years.
When I first went through,
The portals opened up to me.
That's where I met,
My first idle flower tree.
To me it was like,
Thousands of trains.
Travelling over time,
Alas I couldn't contain,
Them within my mind.
Then I meet the pink elephants,
And saw there footprints.
Glowing in the snow,
It was something spectacular.
Why they were glowing,
I guess I'll never know.
Wonder's that I saw,
Cities floating of the ground.
Cheeselets scampering openly,
Across the floor and of course
There was many, Many more.
I guess that when it's my time to go,
I won't let them take my soul.
I'll scurry to meet Alice,
Down the rabbit hole.
Where all the creatures,
That have would ever be.
Living life peacefully:
Within the portals opened,
By the poet tree.
There really is a treacle and
a flower mine, I know this for sure.
Whether you start to believe;
The badger in the bowler hat,
Showed them both to me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-11-24 at 01:34
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Then again it could be true.
The decision dear reader,
Is truly up to you.
My ESCAPE INTO THE POET TREE (poet tree pt3)
Out in my garden,There's a archway within,
My favourite poet tree.
It's a portal within a portal,
To all the worlds between.
It's almost as though,
It contains my dreams.
The vail between each world,
Is thinner than it seems.
That's where I met mysteriously,
The friends of mine.
Yes it's true,
I put them in my rhymes.
They say the time is near,
Where between our earth's.
The portals over time,
Between us will disappear.
Time is relative so I hear,
The merger between us.
Will surely not happen,
For at least a billion years.
When I first went through,
The portals opened up to me.
That's where I met,
My first idle flower tree.
To me it was like,
Thousands of trains.
Travelling over time,
Alas I couldn't contain,
Them within my mind.
Then I meet the pink elephants,
And saw there footprints.
Glowing in the snow,
It was something spectacular.
Why they were glowing,
I guess I'll never know.
Wonder's that I saw,
Cities floating of the ground.
Cheeselets scampering openly,
Across the floor and of course
There was many, Many more.
I guess that when it's my time to go,
I won't let them take my soul.
I'll scurry to meet Alice,
Down the rabbit hole.
Where all the creatures,
That have would ever be.
Living life peacefully:
Within the portals opened,
By the poet tree.
There really is a treacle and
a flower mine, I know this for sure.
Whether you start to believe;
The badger in the bowler hat,
Showed them both to me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 136 times
Written on 2022-11-24 at 01:34
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