Oh! hot finger tips, hips and lips; Cinnamon candy and, honey drips Oh woman tell me- why, oh why For what reason does this man find the female so pleasing to the eye Yet, so disconcerting to the mind?
I believe that a poet creates half the poem; it is not complete until it is read. Please leave a comment or rating; through your views, critiques, laurels and slams we grow our art. Without you we are just people sitting around scibbling.
I love poetry. At age sixty, I have been writing for 45 years and, reading it for 52. I am the father of one daughter and grandfather of four grandsons. I have a Bachelor's Degree in Psychology and work in the mental health field. I currently live in Big Spring, TX,but my heart belogs to Milwaukee, WI. I've been a lot of places, done a lot of things and, met a lot of people. One thing that remains is I love poetry.