Baby`s hair
a woman's eyes
the heart of a man
not afraid to cry
The soul of a lion
wandering in the night
looking for a wrong
that i may right
Sealed by angels
santified by god
my pen, is my rod
I write for one
i write for all
the gift of poetry
was my call
So if i touch you
in any way
my work is done
till another day...
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Author:
Ron parrish (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2020 01:28
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Comments7
Good write Ron.
thank you
Ron,
You have accomplished what you’ve set out to do; you’ve touched this
reader’s heart.
I enjoyed the read.
Laura 🌻
thank you laura
You’re very welcome.🌻
Poignant phrases
thank you
ANGELA HERE - Good Evening Ron ! Thanks for the video - Kool interpretation of Kool song !
Thanks for the Poem *Self Portrait* Your poems always touch a chord wit Brian & I - and you always touch Heaven - AMEN! Love the MOON - Love your VISUAL
Blessings & Joy to you & Yours
Love Angela & Brian & Smokey 💛💛💛
thank you
The whole read was to me very touching dear Ron - - a most moving write.
thank you fay
Your work has touched me on many occasions ron, may it never stop.
Andy
thank you andy
May poetry always be your call!
Nice rhythm and rhymes
thank you for the visit
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