I've been writing poetry for several decades now. I also tend to edit (and re-re-edit) them. Here are a few of my better organized thoughts.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Paradise Left


Porfirio, viewing Paradise,

found its prospects very nice

and vowed that he would quickly prove

an Adept at Celestial Love.


Alas, his warmth  seemed too perverse

for Angels, feathered as they  are.

Denied,  Porfirio mouthed a curse

and spat upon the nearest star.


Then shrugged his shoulders, sighed าOh well,ำ

and sauntered off to check out Hell.


21/9/09

            jj robinson,

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