Red lips, that taste’s like rust
Silk sheets, and that scent of lust
My senses slip, and I just can’t trust myself
Alone in a room with you
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Archive for the ‘Short’ Category
Red Lips
Posted in Poetry, Short on February 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Bloodsuckers
Posted in Poetry, Short on January 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The vultures are picking bones again, they’re waiting at the door
The ritch have got their hands, in the pockets of the poor
So I guess I’ll be sleeping rough again, I always end up on the floor
If I wasn’t out of pocket, I’d drink the place dry and still thirst for more
So I guess it’s the [...]
Nostalgia
Posted in Poetry, Short on January 1, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I could have sworn, I’ve heard that song before
I don’t know where, and I don’t know when
But when I hear that voice and those words together
They take me back to a time I can’t remember
Finland, New Years Eve 2007
Posted in Nature, Poetry, Short on December 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Friends and lovely views
I never knew
Life could be so sweet
Celebrations in the street
The air is so clean
And the sky is like a dream
Oh what a wonderful way
To see new years day
To All My Teachers
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
To all of my teachers, I thank you with kindness
and please forgive my blindness
I never knew the values of your lessons
Though some I am still to learn
And I’m sure I’ll never learn them all.
But I’ll try.
.
Bob Pritchard
Summers Song
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The journeys long; the journeys tough
With twists and turns, and endless nights
But summers song will get me through this life
.
Bob Pritchard
Mistakes
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I make mistakes; I always do
It’s just the nature of my work
.
Bob Pritchard
Tangled Up
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It was not my choice
To lose you in the fire
I just lost my little voice
And got tangled up in desire
.
Bob Pritchard
Over My Shoulder
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I’m always looking over my shoulder
To see how I should react
I voice opinions I don’t believe in
And speak as if they are matter of fact
.
Bob Pritchard
Busy
Posted in Poetry, Short on December 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve been far too busy
Convincing myself
That I’m far too busy
To be thinking of you
.
Bob Pritchard
