Poems ✍️

Hues of blue encase my being,
nestled in the shadows of space.
Fear not brave warrior, I commit no crime,
nor ponder any such disgrace.

Steel of ice briskly floating,
carring the woes of time.
Pushing backward sludge disgust,
a maimed, crippled mind.

Intertwine thoughts of hate and love,
separated by the twine of fishermen,
yet held by an iron gate,
impossible to penetrate.

What say you brave warrior,
have you no tongue?
Sit upon the fat butt of yeast,
until the work is done.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Feb.24/2007