Bean

We took a bean
Because we did not have toys.
We turned beans into people as
Stringy as we were.

With the only available rigid paper
And our imaginations
We kept the balances working
All were sent religious
Because our choices were black and white paper.
Colour choices and hues such as us
Have had our own special bean being sent
To the nunneries.

Today we are in the glare of the world
We need time to assimilate
Our never ending needs.

Life is far too difficult for me.
People shout too much.
I am living my terminal life
Without owning any sicknesses
Just a selective
Wonder to ponder
Knowing all about luck-
Happiness is a skill
I begin as soon I decide to.


I can be very sad for minutes too.
Just to show I am this humanish
Pass me the black pen to the right hand
That chokes and drowns
Beneath the loudness of flung words.
My left is surely devils work...

Oh wait
I am just me.





Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-07-11 at 04:04

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I was having a discussion with my youngest son today - who actually I admire because he doesn't conform and despite everything has an amazingly tough character - somehow, I think you and he are hewn from the same tree

Elle x
2008-07-11