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Robert Hawkins

note; anyone waiting for the sequel "Children Inside" ?
Good I don't want to do it.
But I have to write something now.
Call this,,hummm,, Fair Weather.

Fair Weather

This level in which we seek.
Alto stratus pretty clouds.
Peek-a-boo with lord and master Sun.
Solar ripples obediently clouds part.
Mark to measure my day going by.
My feet tread on sands untroubled glittering and warm.
My eyes for the surfs wild cruel waves.
Fair weather wind take me away.
I die whom born for storm.
Of fever I die in port calm I can't know.
Gravity my lord but one day.
Broken and splintered mankind.
But gravity will bow before man.
May you have fair weather.
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bobby

note; What was the title of this poem?

You creep you had to look back.
Jeeeze,, thanks,,, creep. (lol)
nailed you again. bobby

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works:

Ask Yourself

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 18:21

Liken Mind

Submitted Jun 21st 2011, 16:29

Then What About You

Submitted Jun 13th 2011, 20:51