One shot Wednesday Poem, a place to share your poem
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Whether
When I hear a storm coming
like bad boy attraction
when the trees bend
like bent code of conduct
and the rain comes down so hard,
I remember my first storm
Chill
chill
chill
thrill
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ha. gotta watch out for those bad boy storms...lol. love the playful form...nicely done. thanks for linking up to oneshot!
ReplyDeleteIt's exactly that! Love it!
ReplyDeleteI guess I'm glad after years of yearning for bad boys I picked Dr. M - who would LIKE to be bad, but is really just a teddy bear.
ReplyDeleteah but I married the calm sea
ReplyDeletebut ya know...those bad boys look good when your young and stupid
Naughty gurl.
ReplyDeleteHello Rick! hmmm...I'm just a thinking....
ReplyDeleteI always love your writings and this is no exception.
ReplyDeleteBad boy huh? Is there something you would like to tell me?
ReplyDeleteStrange to relate - but perfectly true - a massive storm has just broken here as I read your poem.
ReplyDeletetransparentnow...shucks..thanks
ReplyDeleteRed...lots
Alan..I hope you mean a real storm.
I love storms...there is something that seems dangerous, but you can't stop watching it collect itself...wind fury and pounding rain...and of course lightening...
just like love
very funny poem.
ReplyDeleteYou make me want another hard storm to appear...great entry
ReplyDeleteDar
DAAAAAARRRRR!
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