Friday, February 19, 2010

And on a lighter note...

I can haz Poetry Slam Friday?

Speak low when you speak, love,
Our summer day withers away
Too soon, too soon.
Speak low when you speak, love,
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift,
We're swept apart too soon.
Speak low, darling speak low,
Love is a spark lost in the dark,
Too soon, too soon,
I feel wherever I go
That tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here
And always too soon.
Time is so old and love so brief,
Love is pure gold and time a thief.
We're late darling, we're late,
The curtain descends, ev'rything ends
Too soon, too soon,
I wait darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me,
Speak love to me and soon.

I was going to do a depressing Marxist poem for PSF but after Bob's post, I thought it might be too much of an Alexander*

Enjoy this one instead!

* Alexander Downer - get it?

10 comments:

Lewd Bob said...

I'm not sure that this is much lighter is it, Ramon?

Life sweeps past in an instant.

That's a little depressing.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

That's why I included the picture of the cat, Bob.

squib said...

I was really, really looking forward to the depressing one

You're such a tease, Ramon

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

But this one has a picture of a cat, Squib.

squib said...

That's not a cat. That's Satan

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Cat, Satan, whatever.

I'll post the depressing one next week.

Promise.

eat my shorts said...

Promises, promises.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

None of yer lip missie, or you'll get nuthin!

Nuthin!!

RandomGit said...

Thus from this poem, Grease was born.

Krinny said...

That cat is fuggin awesome.