Today I strike out on my own again. I could raise no enthusiasm for today’s optional prompt and so I decided once again to visit my Unfinished Work folder for inspiration. I found today’s poem in it’s embryonic form being just a few lines which I duly completed below.
I also wrote a short funny poem for my beautiful lady Raven this morning. It was written with Talking Tom to be the reader of the poem. You can see the result on my Facebook page here. I have added that at the end of this post in it’s written form. Very simple but fun.
Enjoy.
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Under Dark Night Skies.
In this dark cage we call night
Primitive urges began,
Megalithic starlit skies
The fear of dark, cold and maybe in awe
No other comfort than being with others
Fear of a new day, a new hunt, and maybe death
Maybe pain, but always portents in the sky
An eclipse, a comet, a star flashing across a dark but starry sky
A basic human brain, mere children to us
Sought answers, sought shelter
Superstition was borne, priests began
Offerings became the only way
Till we offered ourselves
And our freedom
To hide from being alone
Under dark night skies.
© 2013 Stan Rogers. All rights reserved.
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FOR MY RAVEN.
I really love you snookums
With all of my aching heart
Yes, I know I snore
And yes I know I fart
But all in all, forever more
I know my heart is true
I could love nobody else
Because there’s only you.
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© 2013 Stan Rogers. All rights reserved.
The “proper” poem is good Stan, but I do love the cute one you wrote for Raven. Aww! Made me smile 🙂
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Thanx Kate. I put it up on FB in a shorter form this morning but read by Talking Tom…lol
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Hahaha I just went to find it – so cute!
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“No other comfort than being with others.” Yes, and it’s still the best one, isn’t it? And the Raven poem is delightful. 🙂 Glad you stumbled onto me so I could stumble in here.
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Same here David. Your spoken poetry has given me the urge to try the same. Perhaps my Talking Tom poem was a precursor to that? 🙂
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