If you ever wondered how many rhymes go through my head!
If not! to-da-loo, with a little thank you
But if so...
I'd say start counting your breath, then triple it
Imagine a radio that never lost signal, no adverts
Just constant dribble!
A river of words swash through no matter the mood
So I try putting them together wishing to make it smooth
Some will lift me, some shake foundations built to last
No matter the rhymes or rhythm
Each word is true to my heart
As if life is truly a melody
Choices are how we move
When silence can be golden
It's priceless to play our tune!
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Poetic Dan (
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A fine write Dan. I was still thirsty after someone gave me half a glass of water. Erm, I drank the empty half! lol.
Drinking air gives you gass, but that never bothered the ally cats!
Not sure what fido has to say about that 😉
through the eyes of a poet... you are indeed a poet.... N
Just me! but I like poet, it's starting to fit 😉
Always appreciate the comment
pleasure
Words are also fluid, and they flow here ohh so very smoothly
Thank you kindly! Always appreciated, with a smooth reply.
Fine work PD
Thank you, good sir!
"Ah - there he goes" they will say about you in forty years "The old fellah who's always muttering under his breath".
And so he is, but have you seen the fine works he writes.
Then his dog bit me.
That's one clever mutt, i'll never forget this moment.
Ha ha, that was brilliant to wake up to.
How did you know they called me muttly growing up because of talking under my breath. Little did they know I would catch the pigeon and use the rhythm I found, to stop myself going to the pound...
Always appreciate your comments 😉
The mutt was the dog not you.... pure coincidence if i am to believe your lovely story about being called muttley - a lovely story which made me laugh out loud. Your piece today just gave me the picture of a man (you) who quietly composes and creates verse and jingley rhythms out loud as he goes about his day.... hence in 40 yrs time etc.
The dog is clever cos he bit me when he knew i was talking about you.... As you know, dogs are intuitive beings.
Pigeon?
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That river of words will keep flowing from you heart and mind Dan and show us the poet within you.
It's getting faster and faster like I'm about to go over a waterfall, but you and life have shown me it will always good back smooth!
Always appreciated
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