Here I am, answering myself. And here is a poem by me which is worse than anything on this thread. It must be by me because it is on the poetry.com site and my name is on the bottom. Must have written it in my sleep. Someone must have written it is their sleep.Come on Sam. It was you. I herby repudiate copyright. Anyone can have it. Of course there could be another John Whitworth poet. In which case alter JW YOU MUST DIE!!!
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As my life as moved
Like fingers through clear blue crystal water,
I have come to know people
Who ripple the stream that is me
Bright, Beautiful, and Breathtaking
Who stand at a road of opportunity
I can't look at her
Not without seeing images that
Would sadden me in some way
I can't see her
I can't taste the ruby prism lips
Or press my lips lightly against her
Kissing every square inch of that face
without knowing the bitter truths (for now)
And tasting them like ill medicine.
John Whitworth
Copyright ©2009 John Whitworth
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