A sonnet of moonbeam,
a moonie for a son.
Hey Salkind and Salt, too!
Once young peeple gathered
we magicked the world
to shape a future out of the Cold
We demand no more curtains
No poppets, no straw men, no g-men
Mother nature's calling
She cries out daily
for her children
the moon, her star -the Sun
Earth magic and wishes alone
can no longer fill the breach
of promises too long forgotten
Let her rip,
like a lioness
Roaring at the injustice of her first ****
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
A sonnet of moonbeam,
a moonie for a son.
Hey Salkind and Salt, too!
Once young peeple gathered
we magicked the world
to shape a future out of the Cold
We demand no more curtains
No poppets, no straw men, no g-men
Mother nature's calling
She cries out daily
for her children
the moon, her star -the Sun
Earth magic and wishes alone
can no longer fill the breach
of promises too long forgotten
Let her rip,
like a lioness
Roaring at the injustice of her first ****
First draft from Peeps Lounge 1994/2014
Do you hear the lioness crying, lan?
Someone broke my heart.
Another took it and mended it.
The rest came and went.
One stayed but a way,
three on the tree returned,
they floundered, faltered,
fostered a founder,
Sun City subsidy turned her out.
Strutting strumpetry of virtual reality
for cost plus.
YJS 2004. All Rights Reserved.
