[RushCrush]

when you write
like that
in little sentences
It reminds me of
My favorite poet
ee cummings

let's pause
for a poetry break

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

young death sits in a cafe smiling, a piece of money held between his thumb and first finger

(i say "will he buy flowers" to you and "Death is young life wears velour trousers life totters, life has a beard" i

say to you who are silent.--"Do you see Life? he is there and here, or that, or this or nothing or an old man 3 thirds asleep, on his head flowers, always crying to nobody something about les roses les bluets yes, will He buy? Les belles bottes--oh hear , pas chères")

and my love slowly answered I think so. But I think I see someone else

there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards she is sitting beside young death, is slender; likes flowers.

[queenkathy]

That doesn't rhyme...
poems are in time
i'm getting tired
my nerves are wired..
So prob going to bed
and yes, my hair is red...

There...That's poetry..

[theophilusscribe]

Is anyone watching this guy? He took a schoolbus and started picking people up. He picked up the elderly, people passing out, etc., gave them water, etc. Never drove a bus, just took his chances. The people all donated money and bought gas. He's in Houston and they are all alive. The bus is parked at the Astrodome in Houston.

His quote: "I love them and I am glad they made it."