User talk:Bpgibson

How would someone become a KNOWN poet? I mean, we all know its a dead art but I have just become a "published" poet. (applause) Thank you, thank you very much.

I want to see if anyone can help with becoming somewhat known.

Here is a free poem (not in my book) for any poetry lovers:

This Time the Angel Touched Me

This time I was walking on the sidewalk, the angel approached her It wasn’t the first time she asked me to do it She told me she had it in the dumpster I wasn’t ready to have my life taken over her drama A lifetime story This time I drove for hours actually thinking about it She made sense And so did her bruises I walked for miles after getting home No sleep No food I couldn’t eat And there were no good dreams on- In my mind- I looked deep inside me, and couldn’t fine anything So I drove by her place Saw shadows<BR> Movement<BR> Not the usual household deeds<BR> I walked to the window and peeked in<BR> A disgruntled memoir of a picture sat in my mind<BR> As I saw nothing unusual<BR> I started back to the car and then I heard sirens<BR> Closer<BR> Closer<BR> I couldn’t move- I was stuck between notions of negativity<BR> So I strolled to the backyard<BR> As blue lights were bright over the roof<BR> I saw blood on the back door<BR> And footprints in the snow<BR> I thought about entering the house<BR> But she ran by me screaming <BR>“He’s over here. He’s by the tree!” <BR>The police walked by me<BR> They stood over him<BR> I looked into her eyes, as if she wasn’t even there<BR> I stared<BR> As no one even cared I stood so close<BR> She didn’t even wonder how I got there<BR> So I went to ask her what happened<BR> And as the body got closer<BR> And closer<BR> The paramedic walked right through me<BR> Literally<BR> And I looked at the stretcher<BR> And so did she<BR> This time I was walking on the sidewalk and the angel touched me.<BR><BR>

-BP

--Bpgibson 20:52, 13 December 2005 (UTC)