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Annette
Marie Hyder
I
always drink too much
Is it the Irish in me? Or the French?
I always get inebriated
with thoughts and ideas
intoxicated
with emotions
three sheets to the winds of imagination.
I always drink too much
with my eyes.
I Only Have Nine Hearts
And five of them are broken.
Your charms sneak around me on clever mice feet
Catching my attention that I in turn may catch you
But my sixth heart is beating that the catnip pleasure of you
Is all in the chase. |
Annette Marie Hyder is
a freelance writer, and a contributing editor to Poems
Niederngasse. Her work has been published in numerous online
and print journals. Annette sees life as a poem that is
constantly altering its form to accommodate one's world
view/experiences: sometimes a sonnet, sometimes haiku, sometimes
graffiti on a wall. She believes that in love you should not say it
with flowers,
you should say it with words. Diamonds, however, are always
acceptable. email: A.M.Hyder
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