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TBT: All You Need is Love

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another poem from my youth, cheesy but cute, and yes, I was a huge Beatles fan

To not have to worry about money or wealth,
To never have problems with sickness or health,
If food was free, and there was plenty for me,
If the world was at peace, and there was oil in the East,
It would be nice.
But everything is literally uncontrollable.
It is a nice dream, and an immense goal.
It’s not something that will change overnight.
Hopefully someday we can live in an utopia,
But until then we must survive,
And keep our hopes alive.
So to walk down the long and winding road,
All you need is love.
Everything else is lace on the tapestry of life.

TBT: Style

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So near she stood,

So very near.

Her heart was to me so dear,

And I wished to kiss her, so I neared.

To her front I neared so sly,

And in her eyes I gazed so shy.

A kiss from her would be so fine,

It’s all that I want for mine.

I got my nerve,

And said to her,

“my you look pretty”,

she looked at me sort of giddy.

I saw my chance,

I took my stance,

I embraced her and to her surprise,

I kissed her to her demise.

She stepped back with a glare,

She swung and slapped me bare.

I thought I was the master,

She turned and called me “bastard”.

I touched my face with pride,

I would be the envy of my tribe,

I have kissed the Beauty,

And the Beauty took my face as booty.

Now, I in my inexperience,

Knew not what to make of this,

I once heard if they act ‘matter of fact’,

It means they fancy you, and all of that.

So I in my ignorance,

Said to myself as I stood,

This is good,

And so I would,

Repeat my effective style.

For quite a tiresome, fruitless while.

TBT: Parasite

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Seems I was very down on people in high school. Enjoy:

Without a doubt we are the most evil.
Not even snakes, cobras, and such compare.
We are a greater nuisance than a bear.
We are more slimy than a giant eel.
We are not half as cute as baby seals.
A lion’s mane’s far better than our hair.
In some respects a bat is less a scare.
While some are in the street we eat big meals.
We cut down trees for our so-called big needs.
We kill each other for no reason at all.
Do we pause, think t plant a few small seeds?
Do we decide to pay for our fatal
Deeds? We all grow like weeds from gardens, Earth.
We are a thorn in Mother’s side; parasite.

Tiny Miracle

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Today I noticed a flower so meek.
Through the heavy ground it did peek.
I thought of the grueling process it did take,
To show us its gleaming beauty, far from fake.

It pained me to think of all the people,
that find a flower less than a steeple,
And those who cut them to caress,
Ruining the tiny miracles brief but pleasant happiness.

Buried Bones

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I wrote this a long, long time ago. Kinda cute. I’m proud of young me. 🙂

When Finished with a bone
A dog wishes no one to be shown
So it is, that the bone be buried
Into a deep, dark, dank hole it’s hurried
No one again upon the bone will gaze
To the dog the bone is but a haze
Still the bone has existed
Have you the help of holes enlisted?