How soon passed the time,
my time of poetry and crime.
Now I smash the goblet of this time,
the time of poetry and wine.
This time belongs to poetry,
poetry and rhyme.
For the ultimate glory of God
I walk poetries thin line.
The Time
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Such simple and delightful words makes great reading 👍
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Yes lad.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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This is so precious
Just getting to note the various stages of coming to terms with poetry writing.
With such a delightful rythmic poetic step step turn
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Thankyou
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I really like this collaboration of rhyme and time…wonderful!
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Thankyou 😊
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Your welcome 🙏
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I love the meaning between the rhymes 😊❤️
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Thanks 😊 I tried to make it jovial with the rhymes but it does hold a deep meaning for me. I appreciate your comment.
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Thank you… Reading your poem first thing this morning was great.
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I like the rhyming words. Well written
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Thanks alot for your comment. Appreciated.
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Welcome
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A wonderful composition. Beautiful. Keep writing.
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That means alot thank you. And I will do. 😊
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