alright Sam, it’s Will. I like the poem. Heard you do this one at Bedroom Bar last month.
If you want to see my poems you can click the link in my name. They’re mostly short, patchy quality, and I need to write some more lyrical new ones really
Love, love, love this!!! I. bounced, bantered, bungling up the words you laid to rest before me and was met with the sound of my own feet trampling in a snow yet to come but clearly remembered… and the feast awaiting me at this rectangle holder of comments screamed out for a word or words to give you praise, as your… sentiment… your… vitality… scream at the core of bards both present and dead…. and mine linger so seemingly under the pavement so near the surface but not yet peeking through… and these are just the beginnings of the words spilling and shrilling in the back of my brain – waiting as if for the next train to take them onto the world of stages – so mesmerized and invigorated by the delivery of presence in yours….
that at the end of this sentence I know I will only be able to say… thank you.
and wow
whilst I hope before the next second ticks on I can write all that is transpiring and been inspired to be… down.
alright Sam, it’s Will. I like the poem. Heard you do this one at Bedroom Bar last month.
If you want to see my poems you can click the link in my name. They’re mostly short, patchy quality, and I need to write some more lyrical new ones really
ocksblog
December 19, 2011 at 6:59 pm
Love, love, love this!!! I. bounced, bantered, bungling up the words you laid to rest before me and was met with the sound of my own feet trampling in a snow yet to come but clearly remembered… and the feast awaiting me at this rectangle holder of comments screamed out for a word or words to give you praise, as your… sentiment… your… vitality… scream at the core of bards both present and dead…. and mine linger so seemingly under the pavement so near the surface but not yet peeking through… and these are just the beginnings of the words spilling and shrilling in the back of my brain – waiting as if for the next train to take them onto the world of stages – so mesmerized and invigorated by the delivery of presence in yours….
that at the end of this sentence I know I will only be able to say… thank you.
and wow
whilst I hope before the next second ticks on I can write all that is transpiring and been inspired to be… down.
::speaking peace and write on::
J.D.F
February 17, 2012 at 4:16 pm
Thanks for taking the time to watch this and for your kind words. Glad you enjoyed the poem. Sam
angrysampoetry
February 18, 2012 at 4:54 pm