THE ANSWER MY FRIEND
IS BLOWIN' IN THE WIND
THE ANSWER IS
BLOWIN' IN THE WIND
Twelve is Five
Five is Ten
If I'm alive
Tell me when
I am behooved
Yes, behooved
To be moved
To make the call
Over the tall great wall
Of brick, trees,
Sand and seas
To the Most-Loved One
'Neath her loved Sun
By all reckoning
Isle is beckoning
Come to me.
Come with me.
Come and see.
Yes, come again
My love...Come!
So in quandary
I ready myself
Do the laundry
Empty the shelf
Pack the bag
See it sag
Travel away...forever
Up Love's Lane
(I am insane)
And you, too
A loose screw
Under mane
Of pretty hair
Up in the air
We will go
We will show
All how
All now
Toe to toe
We can together
Be one
In the other
One
Within
The other
Five is Ten
If I'm alive
Tell me when
I am behooved
Yes, behooved
To be moved
To make the call
Over the tall great wall
Of brick, trees,
Sand and seas
To the Most-Loved One
'Neath her loved Sun
By all reckoning
Isle is beckoning
Come to me.
Come with me.
Come and see.
Yes, come again
My love...Come!
So in quandary
I ready myself
Do the laundry
Empty the shelf
Pack the bag
See it sag
Travel away...forever
Up Love's Lane
(I am insane)
And you, too
A loose screw
Under mane
Of pretty hair
Up in the air
We will go
We will show
All how
All now
Toe to toe
We can together
Be one
In the other
One
Within
The other
PEEPS!
TODAY!
SOBRIETY!
PEACE!
LOVE!
OK?
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14 comments:
WOW...That was Fantastic!
Still waters run very deep with you Steve-O-Rino!
Wow is right. That's some love poem, Steve. Holy toledo!
Fantanstic posting!
My dear Sweet Peep
You are becoming really romantic and kind of in love with love.
This poem is full of -oh my god...
Lovely and sweet
twelve is five/ five is ten
(keep wondering what that means...)
;)s
I felt a cool breeze as I was reading this, but I liked it!
Secretia
Stevie, the amazement in you never ceases! Blessings dear one!
your words carried me away! loving your writing steve!
Gorgeous poem SteveE!
A love poem to Bob Dylan? I liked the tribute to Bruce Springsteen last night at the Kennedy Center--he was born from a union of Bob Dylan and James Brown.
I WANT TO GO TO THE OUTER BANKS AND I WANT IT TO BE 80 DEGREES NOW!!!
That is how your poem made me feel...it is 27 degrees here and my water is frozen. I needed your poem today..thanks!
Namaste
may we all have a solid
365 days of living sober
in 2010.
may the rooms be packed
to the rafters with newcomers
all over the globe.
Pete.
Wonderous prose dear friend! May you have a delightful, loved filled New Years! (Hugs)Indigo
Ugh. You had to go and say the L Word.
Laundry.
What?
Uniquely perfect, channeling the creator.
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