For you................

Absolutely not, tcb. Commercials are the life blood of radio.

Just remember Letty whisper " OK and Gay "3 times before you go to bed.

Algis, I don't understand what you mean, Canada.

Greetings. this is my first time on this site ...was bored at work today and wrote this:

My lover hangs walls of dead roses
stem first- gifts from our
children who know nothing of the dead.
We postpone death, turning the
blind wand right, finding flower food-
every year for the same dead, rust rose.

In my new home, I hang walls of what will be:
My new lover will smell of roses, we will
stitch red blossoms into pot holders, bake
them in potpourri. Weeknights we saute' rose
but speacial nights we flambe'
rose with rose wine.,
and for dessert- crimson creme brulee
served over every curve.
We swear, we would rather die of indulgence
than fight for a flailing petal
or watch a single rose burn.

Cola, welcome to A2K. That is a haunting and beautiful song, my friend. I want to read it again.

and, Cola, that should have been "poem". God, that is really, really good.

"...my lover hangs walls of dead roses..." WOW!

Thanks for the welcome and comments Letty.
(think i'll change that last word from "burn" to "turn")

nice to be welcomed by a vet

Cola, I would love to put that poem of yours on our virtual radio station, WA2K radio.

I swear to you, I have never been in the military, but as spacy as I am tonight, I might have been the first woman on the moon.

Later folks. This multi tasking is going to my head.

Nice poem Letty

Thank you, Angelique. <smile>

Letty how do I find out more about the station?

Thank you for the offer ...I just started writing again after a 3 year drought so I'm really uncertain about my work and in need of criticism and editing.

Cola, I took the liberty of reading your poem for our listeners on WA2K radio.

Our virtual station is a mock up of a real radio station, my friend.

We do news, weather, songs, poetry, birthdays of celebrities. occasionally have a fight.

A2K also has a special forum for original writing. That's where I put the poem I wrote.

I don't patronize, my friend, so when I say your poem is good, it's an honest observation.

I'm deeply moved by your verse, Letty. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Raggedy, you are such a dear. Thank you, my friend.

Remember when you held your babe and looked at her closed eyes?
There's nothing that can ere compare to life in small disguise.

And then they grow and move about,
They question and grow hair,
No matter how away they go,
She knows that Mama's there.