Sweet art thou who sings to angels request of living joy and hope.Becalm and still with peace to cope.Listening to the sonnets of earthly pleasures of warmth and endless fest.Gather in the twine and slack, with calmness,express your rest.Talk to the deaf who refuse to warm to sonnets and gifts,mumbling to the ground instead.Breathing all your poets breath to feed them love to tread.Laughing with the afters,as life dances in dervish whirls of joy.Praying for the souls of all,as happiness portrays her ploy.
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Author:
Neil Higgins (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a play on words
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A fine "play on words " is this
linguistic penning my poetic friend - -- - life certainly dances with joy for me after reading your sagacious encouragement to sing with those angels.
Thank you Fay.I must be entering the Xmas spirit now,even though I have the dreaded pre-xmas lurgy (not COVID) sniffles and Vic vapour rub,plus warm lemon juice 🤢
Mr Shakespeare I applaud you. Great piece Neil
Grateful for that,although I think William would probably shake his head 🤣
Have a great Xmas and New Year 🥳
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