Nep's Norwegian Wood Challenge (listen to the music)

I loved him.


George

He came to my door,
kiss me and said,
"lets have one more"
I let him inside
and then I cried.
He just had died.

I asked him to stay; he nodded and then wasn't there.
So I looked around and I noticed his voice in the air.

I sit on the floor.
He was still dead.
I wait once more.
I took a toke.
This was some joke.
He was dead folk.

He sang a song of My Sweet Lord and played the sitar.
I noticed the tears flowing gently from his guitar.

We talked until two
It was my dream
The time sure flew
I loved him so
I didn't know
He had to go.

It was so good Norwegian Wood.

Kathy Lockhart
11/16/06








Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-11-16 at 17:07

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Jessica Rexroat
"Georgie Porgie pudding and pie" kissed the girls with his music and then he died. But my aunt Kack brought him back with her words and rhyme. - Beautiful auntie dear.
2006-11-21


Xuxa
An emotional and deep poem for sure. I can sense the repining and the sorrow here. Thanks for this wonderful write. :)
2006-11-17


TheLine
Haha. At first I didn't get it. But you wrote great new lyrics to this great song. Really inspiring.
2006-11-16


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Well there you go! A great write from the girl's perspective!
Really, really good. It keeps in the tune perfectly.
2006-11-16


Arti
Woman, did you really write that listening to a song? In like one sitting? *bow* Oh boy.... what am I supposed to do?
2006-11-16


keith nunes
there's something in the way you move ... around a poem that attracts me
2006-11-16