Talk Me Poetry
Between wars he walked
By the edge of wild oceans
Since it was there she
Spoke to him most often
She said come to me John
Kiss me young and make
Love to me
Tell me of great battles
Then talk me through poetry
Ride us a wave and read me
From Hemingway
He said sure pretty lady
If we can maybe go crazy
At least until morning and
The sea turns its back on us
Let it wash away sin that
The war it bestowed on us
Till then pass the tequila
And a full magazine
I shall tell of great battles
And talk you through poetry
Ride us a wave and read you
From Hemingway
She smiled as she said
I do love you so Johnnie
He smiled and replied
I love you too pretty lady
Now nothing can harm us
Nor take you away from me
While out in the desert
Blue pine scented white smoke
Punched holes in the clouds
And forever they
Walk by the edge of
Wild oceans each proud
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments6
An amazing flow and a wonderful metre to this delight read Neville. nto my favs. with this little gem.
you are far too kind my dear friend and true....much appreciated too.. N
A fine write N.
thank you sir..
I like this one
thank you sylviasearcher much appreciated.
Beautiful love story, beautifully written. Nice job, Neville!
thank you Viv.. how very kind.. N
Super write, they will walk forever by the wild oceans reading your words.
A multitude of thank you's winging their way to you Goldfinch60... a much appreciated visit..
My eyes fell on this resurrected piece of bold story-telling again and had just as much thrill reading it the second time Nev....... your gift for the atmospheric never fails ........ great read.
You got me blushing again Fay and true x
Blush on but tis true - you are an amazing wordsmith mon ami...................... x
sentiment reciprocated x
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