Earth angel I only have eyes for you Only you and you alone.
Why do fools fall in love Under the boardwalk In the still of the night
There goes my baby A teenager in love The wanderer
Since I don’t have you Mr. Postman Save the last dance for me.
I absolutely love Doo Wop and Oldies music. So, I wanted to share an experiment with you. Each line is a song title (if you don’t already know) and making them into a poem. If anything, at least you know some of my favorite songs!
I can’t remember the last time I made a paper airplane. Do you remember how they each flew differently but were folded the same? Each crease of our imagination, when it flew, we would watch with fascination. Weighed down by too many thoughts and prayer, I question why it never goes anywhere. But when a friend makes one and I see it fly, I can’t help but smile and give it another try.
Inspired by a great guy and writer,Antony!Keep up with the poeticmischief brother!
When the boatman’s bell tolls I must answer the call. The crew, one by one, crossing that brow alone. The colors of constellations will remain at half-mast for now. With an uncharted course set, a prayer will be enough to help guide us out. Where we are going no angels will greet us. Instead, we will be welcomed by the songs of sirens behind a veil of salt spray. With Poseidon’s back turned, I can enjoy one last affair with the sea. Carrying only her scent, I can set off to another foreign shore, calling it home.