Saturday Night But No Fever Poem by me poet yeps poet

I hear the silent laughter quickly get up faster pull the curtains aside as our only sun upon us does glide...very beautiful poem..very timely theme of emotional..//

The current in my inner skin today does sting like sharply pointed ninety pins..//

week end is going to be dry Saturday and Sundays everything closed no surprise nothing to try..//

where in the garbage bin of time can we ourselves dispose early morning we all rose..//

the sun was peeping as scratching inner thighs kept me sighing..//

mnmnmnmnmmmmmmmmmmm , ., ., ., ..no point posting poems no comments get recorded ph is not bothered it seems techy foul could be so read older poetry

Saturday Night But No Fever - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is brilliant, Poet...I detect a hint of 20th century Marxism- stanza three- and it fuses well with those old memories of John Travolta you''ve reawakened. Great verse, Poet! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Saturday Night But No Fever - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is brilliant, Poet...I detect a hint of 20th century Marxism- stanza three- and it fuses well with those old memories of John Travolta you''ve reawakened. Great verse, Poet! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - some wrote asa comment but who was he YOU? ?

This is brilliant, Poet...I detect a hint of 20th century Marxism- stanza three- and it fuses well with those old memories of John Travolta you've reawakened. Great verse, Poet!

thanks you twoooooooooooooooooooo