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Love
Said
To me
With
Your
Fingers
Write
Your
Love
On
My
Heart
I'm searching for intelligent life
not in outer space but here on earth.
I turn over a rock
and find congress, the president,
a couple used car salesman
and a worm.

the choice is obvious.
state,  federal government. how many laws do we need? an assembly woman wanted a law requiring seat belts for dogs. how about seat belts for school children for the school bus? apparently politicians have a lot of free time on their hands.
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What is a poet to do
when his favourite muse
faints whilst making love,
a victim of passions fuse.

To carry on regardless?
Perhaps slap her lovely cheek?
Mouth 2 mouth no tongue?
Or maybe implore her to speak?

A lesser poet
shakes her anxiously
and writes a verse about prowess and spooning.

A True poet
carries on regardless
and writes a sonnet about his muse and swooning.



© Pagan Paul (23/05/18)
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5th poem in my series Even Poets ***** Up ...
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I only write these when in the silliest of moods!
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