String pickers, violinists Poets Bad Boys The lot of you We fall in Love with you a thousand times a day We listen to your songs poems Voices, over and over Common thread in crystals cloud bursts of feeling that you each sharpen daily You Bad Boys Of Poetry You cut we black butterflies and dark diamond poetesses daily, hourly We butterfly bats dance, sing write! Yet, you Bad Boys Of Poetry Still Lie, there in to your ownselves, and say "No one loves me, I'm alone Forgotten" Well, No. We each see as we wish Pluck your strings! Sing your songs! But know, you're LOVED A thousand times a day By black butterflies and dark diamonds
Poetesses ~only a poetess A
I can't begin to list you all. But Sir wca(Joshua), Fixative(My pan) Frais de(my sunny) Pagan Paul, Light House(my trey), Temperal Fugue(my Sidd), Natieve Son, Wordvango, Traveler(my Tim). My bad boys of poetry, you are loved and adored. Thank you. I'd give you all a heart if the new format allowed it;)