"bustel" poems
With the Season So Gay, only Days Away,
Just the smile of a friend would do.
But to someone, who searched for a smile a while
It seems these days that true Friends are few.
The Bankers are Busy Compounding with intrest
And Bakers So Busy with Fudge and Sugar cookies
The stores are mobbed by Shoppers who feel Robbed
If they miss the Black Friday Deal for a big screen TV
But to Some's wish for a touch of a friend, there is none
In the Hustle and Bustel brought on by this season
Amidst all the glee and Well trimmed Lighted trees,
Lone Souls search for a spot of love they will never see
Their cards go unanswered and gifts are untouched
No Music of laughter this Holiday Comes
No Wish for the Hottest thing, just the touch of a friend
Is on their wish list, but not under the tree in the End
Because there's no way to present, all that's meant
When the wish Due is the simple touch of a friend
Though this wish is small, Merry Christmas to All...JMF 12/20/14
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
It's funny how most of my poems starts with I and not you or we
I've given it alot of thought that instead of writing about me and
placing I before we
I'll take all things surrounding me and make a rhyme or two about it
From the the neighbours walking on the street to the humming sounds of the birds in the morning
From the hustle and bustel sounds of the town's street to the tinder whispers of the blooming orchard tree
From now on I've decided to make me and I only applicable when there's we that I'm talking about because as the saying goes there's no me or I in a team...
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC