Secret dreams
Although they’re fully functional
It’s definitely unusual.
To find a man endowed with two.
You wonder what this man can do.
He could fulfil the wildest dreams
of any woman so it seems
Make all her fantasies come true
as he is well equipped to do.
But only if he has technique
to match rather rare physique.
I know exactly what he can do.
There’s no way I am telling you
Why should I tell you what its like
To ride on his spare motorbike
.Saturday, 18 August 2012
Secret Dreams.
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Re: Secret Dreams.
Ivor's obit mentioned he had an interest or perhaps belief in reincarnation. (obit: http://www.writingsinrhyme.com/index.ph ... ivor-hogg/)
This poem conjured up a happy new life for Ivor...but not on a motor bike. lol
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Re: Secret Dreams.
Here's a poem by Ivor from the obit:
Letting Go.
A Poem by Poeticpiers
" rhyming quatrains "
Letting Go.
She sits asleep her wig askew.
She care no more what people think
And lives again the days she knew
The flying years gone in a blink.
She’s just a fresh young girl again.
Before she wed beforse she knew
All of the pleasures and the pain
That only life can teach to you
For fourscore years and seven now
She played a lively active part.
Now she’s content to let it go
To younger ones close to her heart.
Great Grand mama can rest at last
She knows the show will still go on
Set her free to live in the past
Relive again years which are long gone
She sits asleep her wig askew
The family still cherish her
But there is little they can do
Because her mind has gone elsewhere.
Letting Go.
A Poem by Poeticpiers
" rhyming quatrains "
Letting Go.
She sits asleep her wig askew.
She care no more what people think
And lives again the days she knew
The flying years gone in a blink.
She’s just a fresh young girl again.
Before she wed beforse she knew
All of the pleasures and the pain
That only life can teach to you
For fourscore years and seven now
She played a lively active part.
Now she’s content to let it go
To younger ones close to her heart.
Great Grand mama can rest at last
She knows the show will still go on
Set her free to live in the past
Relive again years which are long gone
She sits asleep her wig askew
The family still cherish her
But there is little they can do
Because her mind has gone elsewhere.
An' it harm none, do what ye will. Blessed Be.
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