Poetry in Motion

Poetry in Motion

Poetry In Motion

Why is it that I must sit to think and longhand write?
Thought that I was over you, I guess I like to fight
Battling emotions rushing in brain then and now
Sometimes can’t release them, with my anger I must plow
I dig a trench that’s deep enough to keep gators at bay
They try to crawl right up to me as if they’d have their day
But it seems imagination has helped me escape
I don’t care how other people want to stare and gape
“Poetry in Motion”, you can call me, I don’t mind
At least, that is, I have it and I simply am not blind
No, my mind is sound and it is true I have a gift
If for not or otherwise, my spirit could not lift
See, I know all ins and outs of most forbidden mazes
And I’m tired of running them, this outlet so I crazes
May I say, I’m not ashamed of lost love, I’ll continue
Sorry about messages that seemed like innuendo
I am trying to express notorious the journey
Each time I articulate, It keeps me from my worry
What then I am saying to the gators in the trench
Is that I’m finally free of you, ‘tho I’m a lowly wench

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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