Divine Master Plan.
Soren threw the blackened skies,
Like an enlightened lightning strike.
There flies a fireball from mages fingers.
Though back-thought formed, something lingers.
Wishes of kisses. A Missus for dancing.
Prancing ponies never been;
But I can dream of anything.
Lists of lustful needed things.
Poet’s poet about love like it’s living.
Not a thing left to give when you’re giving in.
Only got one view. It’s forward.
Write me a funeral story foreword.
I need to be write with everything that I right,
For I am so wrong, so often, so stupid; try as I might.
Cupid’s arrow is a thing, I saw it in the movies.
Boy meets girl stories are the kind that move me.
I told you I could write a love poem easily.
When you are not trying the words flow freely.
So here is something we can all understand...
It’s a divine comedy we live in,
Not a Master Plan.
(C)2026 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Aa Harvey (
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- Category: Reflection
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This poem is great fun Aa Harvey it smacks of light heartedness, wit and just a pinch of sarcasm. The recipe is right and the poetic cake is baked. That line "write me a funeral story forward" made it clear that only suicide would do. Where the time and place are chosen in advance. A read meant for only a few but I'm all in and a fave for me.
Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. It all began because Soren sounds like Soaring to me and the rest of the poem came from my subconscious.
Peace, Love and Empathy.
Sometimes it soars and sometimes it is sore. A name I got from my father and has been in the family for 600 years and I gave to my son as well. You are most welcome
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