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G Rog Rogers Nov 2017
-Lyrix (Pure Country Tune)

There's an empty ring finger
where a shining band
of gold once was
The symbol of Our life
Our dreams and Our love

A vow to stay together
through the plenty
and the lean
Forever lovers and
Forever best friends
then and to the end

The years passed so quickly
yet our love still
held on strong
Up until that fateful time
when it seemed that
everything went wrong

Still I then adored you
Still you I cherished
and you I hoped to keep
But strangers
came against us
The destruction
was complete

There's an empty ring finger
where a shining band
of gold once was
The symbol of Our life
Our dreams and Our love

A vow to stay together
through the plenty
and the lean
Forever lovers and
Forever Best friends
Then and to the end

Your gone yet
I remember
All the precious
moments still
I remember you
beautiful loyal
and lovely
And I always will

It's been so long
Still I sometimes
look back upon the wonderful You were
Truth is as it always was
I'll still love You forever Girl

There's an empty ring finger
Where a shiny
band of gold once was
The symbol of Our life
Our dreams
and Our love

A vow to stay together
through the plenty
and the lean
Forever lovers and
Forever Best friends
Then and to the end

I sometimes touch
my ring finger
Where the shiny
band of gold once was
Thinking about the
one I loved
The Angel
I once adored

There's an empty ring finger
where a shiny
band of gold
once was

And empty feeling
deep down
in my heart
For the Angel
who was lost.

-R.

(10.25.17)
-LA

-4MAR
©ASGP
pk tunuri Mar 4
She said She doesn't wanna talk
I waited for her to look back

I tried convincing her
She showed me her *******

I only ask you not to go blind on hatred
Be kind though we got parted
We all have misunderstandings, different opinions which leads to hatred. Be kind to everyone even if you hate them.
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
Bring me my palette board.
Bring me my paintbrush.
Look wide open, ask me not
if it’s full or a half glass.
The sea is babbling high,
The clouds swimming on the go.
Reach out to the sky!

Be quick, before a raindrop
spills off the rainbow bowl,
stirs the dew on the rosebud
at first sight of the
spring blooming fast.

So what if the sky won't
lend a blue patch away,
catch that close by,
slips through the fingers:
a pair of butterflies.
Does it matter if you say yes or no?
A piece of heaven is on earth!
Kara Jean Apr 2016
Touch a rush
Floral green trim
A dress of deceit
Ferocious credibility
Strike, shock and distraught
Question her everything
A maddening cluttered up chest  
Red unprinted marking
She is a tempus tip toeing
Digesting hearts of many
Warned, they crawl
Enthralled, lurking for her gore
Her dress tore in natural beauty  
Cleaning syrup from her finger tips
Jordan Sears Oct 24
He clasps my five, fumbling fingers in his
Runs his thumb over the rocks that mark our forever
The fall and rise of the current; his breathing
The depths of the lake; the blue pools in his eyes

And I'll linger like the fog above the water

                         Every morning--
                         Every evening--

                               Always.
Kevin J Taylor Jul 2017
I wrote this when my daughter was born.

One little finger (wiggle one finger)
plays with another (wiggle another, same hand, etc.)
One little finger
plays with her brother
One little finger
and then there were two
Two little fingers
to play with you (gentle tickle)

Two little fingers
play with another
Two little fingers
play with their sister
Two little fingers
and then there were three
Three little fingers
to play with me

Three little fingers
play with each other
Three little fingers
plus one baby brother
Three little fingers
and then there were four
Four little fingers
to find one more (wiggle the one they will find)

Four little fingers
play with another
Four little fingers
all sisters and brothers
Four little fingers
and one more makes five
Five little fingers
A L L  A L I V E ! (all 5 wiggle & play together)
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I usually sang this to a reggae beat. Never failed to amuse my baby, or me for that matter.


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Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry with common things.)
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