Poems from Villafane5101
In a perfect world Kings and Queens would be servants; We the people rule.
To write a poem is to find oneself.
The end, unsure, is to be found inside—
A foundation of self and being made.
To reach a conclusion is...
A volcano blows--
Again went the neighborhood...
Still, we will rebuild.
Rare bird in a tree--
My car, just washed, lies below.
This car needs no shade.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue...
Just kidding, that's not the poem
that I wrote for you.
What I wanted to write
was something true.
But...