Close it!
Don't let it open.
I don't want to leave here
where peace resides.

The darkness here is bliss,
the gentle beat of the heart,
the sweetest lullaby.
The warmth here signifies life.

I know I won't stay here forever
A time will come for me to leave
when my body is complete
and I'm too big to stay but..

let it be a whole nine months
before the southern door is wide open
and I leave to meet the world
with all of its beauty and ugliness.

You can take a horse to the source of water
He will bray and nod his head as in nay
but then you will alone be a cause of laughter
he will then at you kick and say neigh, neigh!

first para of a sonnet today
come someone say
how did Loved
bray?

I have read all the entries
while sitting here beneath a light
taking all the time I please.
I sure do wish that ya'll could write!

This one here? it just won't work
( I know the author's politics)
and he must really be a jerk
his ideas give me nervous tics

And this one only has near rhyme;
I guess the writer must be lazy
and thus hardly worth my time.
I reckon he must think I'm crazy.

I would have married happiness
if happiness was a man
and cuffed its hands-
if a thief - to mine,
I would have caught it-
an infectious malady,

for that would gurantee
dying blithely :)