Very Bad Poetry

poem for her.
The Minstrel

I never saw her.
Shining so bright coming to flight.
Was cause of her I no longer hide.
That essence inside reason to be alive.

Never saw her.
That I lack pride would have been rude to interupt her.
I found faith in my face though mirror didn't include her.
She is up there I'm down here history full just such remorse.
I am male she is,, wonderous.
So what the hell am I doing here.

Never saw her.
But felt the void totally empty place.
I never saw her to look upon her face.
Never saw her.
Never saw her.

She is from Earth.
I'm out in space.
Always same rhythm vibrations I remain here.
She will be out of reach there.
But because of her she open that door.
My elloquence that being mere words.

I write words when all instinct tells me to hide.
Look into the mirror shining so bright.
She made me see the relection is me.
Never saw her.
Never saw her.
Made me see only there was me.

La-da-da-de.
La-da-da-da.
Nothing so bright as when you feel right.
Never saw her.
Never saw her.
Much ado bout fate.
Such being my curse.
------
Bobby 5/30/11

note; Less you numb neck up.
you know to whom that gal I refer.
,,thanks babe.
----
Wakeling perhaps that touch envy for what he ain't.
----
Robert Hawkins 5/30/11

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: