Black Poetry : There is a Time; Thus a Place

[Desert Storm]

There is a Time; Thus a Place

For everything under sun

There is a time to laugh

And roll on the floor till your tummy hurts some more

And then there is a season of mourning and regret

Of troublesome sorrow

Of punishment

Of no hope for tommorrow

And if love finds me

I will not forget

That night that I dreamnt

To everything there is a season

Everything in it's own place

There is an order to everything

There is grace

Time to be broken

Time to mend

Time to get with it

Time to be out of it

Time to get a grip

I smile

When I see that there is an evening

And there is a morning

And I live life just simply knowing

That

There is a Time; Thus a Place

Sincerely,

Desert Storm

 

[$$RICH$$]

yes indeed each time / moment brings a combonation

 

[watzinaname]

Yes, to everything there is a season, although we may not understand the reasons why. Made me think about treasuring those good times. Great write poet.

 

[4EVERLUV]

Desert Storm:
This is really a great write poet.

"There is an order to everything "

You said a mouth full there.

Really enjoyed this write.

Much Luv

 

[watzinaname]

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