I don't know so much if I could even stand in the shoes of the of the poets I know here, but sure can think of it as a gathering together those of like passions.
In fact in a gatherin like that I might just be on the side listenin in jaw droppin awe.Oh that was kinda the BQ
Yowee this might be hard?
Cerulean sky would have to be in yers.
Vibrant images painted
as the brush takes control of the artist
Sidewalks dirty in the pall
old placards peeling
from crumble walls,
as this city loses its feeling
That was kinda BuK but probly don't do him justice
Cassie is fragarnt vines growin on her garden wall
HH is forthright, not afraid at all.
HD is so loved,and her soul was worn outside of her
Nancy and BG, tickle me, my first sisters, allowed my free.
Liz is pretty intense sometimes, but softness can be read between the lines.
So many I probly will miss, so if I do here's a tender kiss, Ben, and Ma, and Sue, Blue and Skinny, I love you too.
Serene, Debra, Ash and Cheese, Taghi I couldn't forget you, please.
HS, TC, haven't seen in awhile, Tori and Oak bring me smiles,
Susanna, Jenny, Gemeni, Sandy giggles, Gary tickles, Fatal kiss and Sin, in different ways, pull me in.
Peter and Ray, Neon too has his say, as does MTheory, and I found one I'll mention last, The Midwest Arsonist, offers intense blasts.
If I missed I apologize, also apologize for not exactly followin the rules.
