Lost Innocence

[George.Wright]

First there was the dreaming
that made light out of the dark
electric flashes of god's thinking
and his tears that made water for drinking
Beauty out of the empty stark
then there was the tree
of thick and very withered bark
an umbrella to the heavens of the night
and man did start to walk, upright
Man had just been created and dehaired
for eating the forbidden fruit
naked and defenceless, he was very scared
and then he noticed the prominent triangle there
the symbol of power and love
and innocence and virginity, it disappeared forever
on the wings of the Holy Dove

[Makera]

Your poems are starting to 'feel' more like 'mental paintings', beautifully done, George.

Love,
Makera

[George.Wright]

Thank you, it's people like yourself are giving me the encouragement to write..............thank you.
Georges

[Byron]

Makera, it is either my medication or I am as close to appreciating George's work as you. I have already told him in the past that his poetry gives me flashes of colours and light. A real blast. Byron 'sends his regards.'

[George.Wright]

Thanks, Byron.............keep taking the medicine
Best Regards...............Georges

[Ben Kelly]

Dear George

.................................. De-haired
But stilling growing wisdom's beard

Paradise, lovers in the park


Ben

[George.Wright]

Ben, de-haired and not a Mach3 in sight.
wonderfull things those hormone cocktails......................
Georges