er yeah never been to keen up on poetry, but I wrote this one about a friend of mine...meh I thought it was mildly good. But you know one can never truly guage the success of ones own work. So yeah...
Seduction in B minor
The curtains draw; amidst an ornate velvet sheet
A welcomed shade from daylights heat
Tenor sings in slumber blanket sheets, so night's
moonbeams dance in seductive lights.
Basses sing low, they linger, dark repose
the sounds embrace, mingling as the music grows.
Crescendo!Crescendo! the Maestro cries,
altos sigh, love spread in sultry skies.
Strings tussle 'neath the moonlit night,
with winds of which they used to fight.
She cries...night's climax is her clasp
retold in melody, opulence, begins to gasp
The curtain slowly closes with a hush,
eyes alight, her face begins to blush
"We must carry war into every corner the enemy happens to carry it, to his home, to his centers of entertainment:a total war. It is neccesary to prevent him from having a moment of peace, a quiet moment outside his barracks or even inside; we must attack him wherever he may be, make him feel like a cornered beast wherever he may move. then his moral fiber shall begin to decline, but we shall notice how signs of decadence begin to disappear."- Che Guevara
"shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man"-Ernesto "Che" Guevara