Poems wanted!!!

[dnalexander]

Here is the rest of the green fairy

Dancing With the Green Fairy

Aurora's dance across the green boreal sky.
Dressed in emerald silk that catches my eye.
Her kiss is sweet with a bitter memory.
I long again to dance with the green Fairy.

My senses drift among the infinite stars
Healing old forgotten wounds from long past scars
An absinthe drink calls the dreams of green Fairy
My day dreams they fade and become less scary

Aurora's warmth envelopes my whole soul.
Again my world gives me total control
The grass it again tickles under my feet
The memories so bitter return to sweet

I return now from an aquamarine star
The distance I  traveled that was not so far
Done remembering the lost past so airy
I long again to dance with the green Fairy.

[Catwoman]

Beautiful, David...you are very lyrical!  It wouldn't surprise me to find out that you also play an insrument, such as the piano...most poets are also musicians. 

[pam]

That is very good David 

[dnalexander]

Catwoman I play the acoustic guitar. A few years ago I wanted to do some songwriting. After filling a notebook I thought the next logical step would be to write music for them. I have found that while I am getting better at playing the guitar writing the music just escapes me. My dreams of  replacing Jim Morrison and touring with The Doors crushed.

David

[Catwoman]

 

[dnalexander]

City of Angels

Little boy cries lost in the thick brush
Dogs are searching all in a rush
Found by a man who gives him a ticket.
Where's my ticket going to take me to
You are going home it's my gift to you.
Hey mister, by the way where 'ya from?
I am from the City of Angels.

Homeless drunk sleeps on the ground
Long lost hope of salvation found.
Found by a man who gives him a ticket.
Where's my ticket going to take me to
You are going home it's my gift to you.
Hey mister, by the way where 'ya from?
I am from the City of Angels.


Runaway girl working the streets
tired of the johns under the sheets
Found by a man who gives her a ticket.
Where's my ticket going to take me to
You are going home it's my gift to you.
Hey mister, by the way where 'ya from?
I am from the City of Angels.

Long life lived the man has grown old
Spirit leaving;  body grows cold
Found by a man who gives him a ticket.
Where's my ticket going to take me to
You are going home Father's gift to you.
Hey mister, by the way where 'ya from?
I am from the City of Angels.

[Catwoman]

Oh, David...this is probably the best one you've done so far...I absolutely love it.  You bring to life the life situations that you describe...you have great visuals imbedded in your story.  The meter of it was perfect, too.  You are so talented!! 

[sixdogsmom]

I really like that one David! Thanks for sharing. 

[dnalexander]

Thanks. I am glad you like the poem. It has a very special meaning to me. Usually the poems I post on here only take 15 to 30 minutes to write. I have been thinking on this poem for a long time. The actual writing took me about 4 hours today not including all the previous thought given to the concept. There are more verses to the poem but I chose not to post them yet. It means a lot to me that I perfect this poem to its' best. Thanks for the encouragement.

David

[sixdogsmom]

This could really be lyrics you know.