One of my favorite peoms and no I didnt wright it.

A Poison Tree I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I summoned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree. William Blake (1757-1827) Any thought Fell free to coment

along those lines of a favorite poem that someone else wrote I post<br>Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned<br>Timeless and spaceless<br> Millenniums go by.<br> No beginning no start<br> And thee would have thought once bitten twice shy<br><br>

Outside, temptress beneath<br> Sly grew not shroud.<br> Four times before fall<br> Slashed and sold to envious hands of the blasphemous and proud<br><br>

<br>Egyptian goddess of Sun<br> Enticed by white blood.<br> Her mighty downfall<br> Last glance at poisonous viper before the Romans flood<br><br>

<br>Into massacred thousands<br> Over Eastern mountains died.<br> Masquerade of Adam’s clothing<br> Headstrong in her Father’s honour and Motherland’s pride<br><br>

<br>Body burned or hanged<br> No escaping death’s claws.<br> Integrity above succumbing<br> To the rigid majority culture of hallucination over reality<br><br>

<br> Was marriage and family<br> Imagination an endless maze.<br> Trade a parasol for a musket<br> When life was a sea scavenger’s swashbuckling vessel always<br><br>

<br>A warrior embedded deep<br> Native lines ran long.<br> Spears against rifles<br> Colonialism was but a troublesome stranger fought till gone<br><br>

<br> Were sunshine daydream<br> All was fear and death.<br> A living breathing nightmare<br> Yet she followed him dutifully to her very last breath<br><br>

<br>Through the history worn ages<br> So see the forgotten and the mourned.<br> The respected and the remembered<br> Did Scarlett’s words ring true that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?<br><br>Valerie Champion