04-12-2013, 06:07 PM
(04-10-2013, 12:09 AM)PoetryAndPhysics Wrote: I love you, sainted lady;Hi pandp,
take me down to Galilee.
Past the mount where once spoke Jesus,
on to where he walked the sea.
You were lithe and pure as sunrise,
light against a soot filled sky.
But rough frauds took down your candle,
read a rant, then huffed you dry.
Who can comprehend the reasons
why you went with them, that day.
Had you missed the classic folly
of a church demanding pay?
Now you dole out high school sermons
on the sin of headless bliss.
You've been saved through intervention;
I’m still waiting for that kiss
on my cheek, for I have loved you
through the lows and frantic peaks.
So walk me past old bayside steeples
by the shores of Galilee.
I make it a point never to comment on any content involving one of the 3G's...god, ghosts or gravity, so we may never lock metaphorical horns!
Poetic observation:
on my cheek, for I have loved you
through the lows and frantic peaks.
So walk me past old bayside steeples
by the shores of Galilee.
....as another observed, rhyme is executed.

Best,
tectak

