A Happy Life For all To Meet : Dedicated to a Friend

[babybottomfeeder]

Part 1

I want a Happy Life,
Where everyone to meet

I want a clearer mind
With cobwebs are cleaned

Don't look at the clock yet,
it's only miracle hour

Brush off a Prussian boot,
and make sure it is properly cleaned

Red, White, White,White
Red, White, White, White

Part 2

I want a happy life for all,
to meet a happy hour

Mountain a man for,
Friendly exchanges

Doubts do not stops,
and friendliness do not stops

Old and dusty boots,
made good in nostalgic futures

Times, times happiness
Times, times friendliness

Part 3

I want some markers,
to mark my way to nature

Pull out a good gold,
Pocket its remains!

It is sad to think of nature,
and those old friendly boots

Get were getting,
and pull out one stops

Nostalgic reverence for cleaned tokens of the past.
Good friends agreeing with warm words
Praise and nature working together.





For Lord Foul

[Ananda]

That was really beautiful, Beebs. You have nspired me to write a poem for a friend too.

Waving grass so grey
Running like a kite
The car door shut tight
All our joys locked away

Green fences with yellow thingies
Here we are again in the sand
Shall we walk hand in hand
Down to the dock with the dingies

Shout! Shout!
Let it all out!
these are the thing I can do without!
I'm talking to you
Come on!

The flowers pour over us
Our bodies merging in the heat
I am thinking you are just meat
You say, "I am the walrus"

I dont believe you
But the flow of the gate
Is rarely so late
And then you gave me flu

Ninety nine red balloons
Screaming by dark
You are now captain Kirk
Ninety nine dreams i have had

Clouds and time and time and clouds
Walk your dog in my park
Just make sure he does not bark
Glimmer your presence shrouds!

During the deepest dark at night
Would you sing with me about a heart?
And together we are such art!
Unmasked, unveiled with no garb we are a sight!

Dedicated to my friend, Beebs!

[babybottomfeeder]

That was really beautiful, Beebs. You have nspired me to write a poem for a friend too.

Waving grass so grey
Running like a kite
The car door shut tight
All our joys locked away

Green fences with yellow thingies
Here we are again in the sand
Shall we walk hand in hand
Down to the dock with the dingies

Shout! Shout!
Let it all out!
these are the thing I can do without!
I'm talking to you
Come on!

The flowers pour over us
Our bodies merging in the heat
I am thinking you are just meat
You say, "I am the walrus"

I dont believe you
But the flow of the gate
Is rarely so late
And then you gave me flu

Ninety nine red balloons
Screaming by dark
You are now captain Kirk
Ninety nine dreams i have had

Clouds and time and time and clouds
Walk your dog in my park
Just make sure he does not bark
Glimmer your presence shrouds!

During the deepest dark at night
Would you sing with me about a heart?
And together we are such art!
Unmasked, unveiled with no garb we are a sight!

Dedicated to my friend, Beebs!

Thank you for the poem, I like the way you incorporate pop culture into the poem's fabric. I am going to start writing on the Avogadrogian War some more. LF still hasn't responded to my emails or calls though.

[Ananda]

More poems and stories, please! Whoever you are, I like this side of you and really have enjoyed the writings.