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Chocolate Moose Girl

Chocolate Moose Girl

A Sunday brunch one day went me
when she I saw, at table three.
From my mind to forget, never nor maybe.

For on this radiant sunny Sunday afternoon
in the Botanical Garden, my favorite room
sat at a table, grandmother and she.

The walls lined in fragrant ferns of green
baroque blossom ladies in gilded frames seen.
Her simple beauty profile delicate cherry flourish tree.

Now this vision alone, fulfilled my eyesight hunger greatly
when added she did this simple act make.
 To her pink full lips a taste took she.

When delicate and slow she lifted
her chocolate moose to mouth she gifted.

From the moose chocolate, I know previous take.
The finest ever no chief could bake,
Satisfying, soft coolness, still lingering in me.

A sublime sexual treat,
then look I did, toward her feet.
When out rolled her toes
from brocade slippers of gold, I see.

Her barefoot toes ached 
to reveal her pleasure
 with each spoon to lip,
 delight, same measure.
My mind to forget, never nor maybe.


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Poetry Destryer Vs Gareth James (round 3)

For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.

You ask If I want mommies hug
wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug
You just want to hold me
Under that great oak tree
And kiss me on your picnic rug

You want the vultures to enjoy
My sweet flesh, is that your ploy?
Wanting to be them
Eyeing up my sweet gem
Tell the truth, you just want a toy boy 

Well our future together would be bright
Injets, pens and cartridges in sight
You’d color me in
Goodness what a sin
As I would always do the best write

Hang up your gloves as your are weak
You are also classed as an antique
A low blow I know
Don’t cry, don’t go
You can come back with a new technique.

If I don’t hear from the poetry cop 
I will know I have come out on top
Good bye little girl
Give us one more twirl
Now, this should be the final full stop (.)!

P.D, this is the first one ive done. Took me a while. Very good fun though. I kind of limit’s 
the write.


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Mona Lisa


Humble Olive Eloisa
Went one day to work in Pisa
She posed for awhile
Behind flashy smile
She stood in for Mona Lisa.

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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si


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Painting Paradise

As I arrived heaven… in love and light
I searched for my pen and pad, to write
a poem for paradise.
Alluring in my eyes,
hoping to write about this holy height.

Viewing the Holy One’s thrilling throne,
Hear the agile angel’s terrific… tone.
No noon, no night;
lifelong love and light.
My pen can’t paint paradise… all alone.


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Secret

I search for happiness
But never found it again
Though it will be pursued
It will never be attain

I got lost a long time ago
And I give my heart away
It’s been broken to badly
It didn't mend up till today

She left me alone in the dark
Didn't wait to see if I was alive
alone i suffered everyday waiting
For peace of mind to arrive

And it never did came
I would lookout the window
Asking god to please help me
And just make my misery go

But the goodness in life
Has turns his back on me
And left me stuck in a time
To suffer for eternity

Why she walk out the hospital
Why couldn't she see my pain? 
Didn't she care that she might?
Never see me alive again

Now I’m scared for forever
Domed to face the world alone
Never will find a resting heart
And for ever my soul will roam

My heart is empty 
But fill with love to give
But who is going to love me
A man who’s badly defective

So the long road of life
I must travel without love
I know my mother loves me
That the only love, I’m sure off

I wish to find love again
But afraid to get rejected
Then my heart will be broken
And die when it gets infected

Right now I love some one
And keep it secret
And talk to her everyday
But will never reveal it

Will always keep her in my heart
But can never have her in my life
And I know one day I will die
If she becomes another one’s wife

And through this lonely journey
Will have lots of obstacles
Some times when I get tired
I have an ice cream Popsicle


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A Whale of a Tale

When the call of the Lord came to Jonah,
“set out for the great land of Nineveh!”
he was angry inside,
and decided to hide,
on a Tarshish bound ship leaving Joppa.

Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea,
ne’er a more violent storm could there be,
there on destiny’s brink,
the ship threatened to sink,
while, old Jonah, was below deck asleep.

Surely, each sailor’s heart fainted with fear,
as the ship they were unable to steer.
“Wake up, Jonah!”  they cried,
“get thee quickly topside,
and fervently beg your God to draw near!”

Now, Jonah knew that this storm was for him,
as in his heart he remembered his sin,
he thought he was sunk,
when they gave him the dunk,
and had to choose whether to sink or to swim.

As soon as Jonah met up with the ocean,
Both the winds and the waves ceased commotion,
then along came a whale,
and old Jonah grew pale,
as it swallowed him up in one motion!

Three long days in that big fish he stayed,
vowing never again would he stray,
relieved not to be dead,
and with kelp on his head,
onto dry land, our dear Jonah was sprayed!

Please, allow me, now this moral to mention,
that when the Lord God gives thee direction,
you must not delay,
set out right away,
His good judgment you must never question.

Should by chance, you hear God’s voice compelling,
“ head thee out to Bangladesh or New Delhi,”
best get on the right boat,
and pray that it floats,
lest you end up kelp covered and smelly!


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fatty

dusty was the scale, under the bathroom sink
all it needed to work, were two bare feet
 and it would tell the tale 
 and tell the tale true 
a bit portly, bending over just to see


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The Further Adventures Of Mr. Laurel And Mr. Hardy.

Stanleys' plane circles wild, fro and aft.
Ollie screamed up: " Throw me a raft!"    Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho Oh Ho.
with gathering gators
I won't be here later
One just gave my drawers a big draft.  OhhhOhhh....

When they opened the gator to see
which intestine poor Ollie might be.
He plops out pratfall
then looks at us all
and smiles: " hm hm hm, I'm still me."

Stanley: " But I thought.. I thought you were eaten..oo whooo whoo whoo..."
Oliver looks at us, shrugs  and throws his arms up.
( Cue music.)
Coo Coo  Coo Coo, Coo Coo 

THE END.


This is inspired by Miss Carrie Richards, one of the best. 
This Is Another Fine Mess You've Gotten ME Into, Stanley...


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sharhonda

my wife has a gay boyfriend
thats over all the time
sometimes he comes over 
dressed in drag
and looks so so fine

i never wonder what they do
when they're all alone
but i always wonder if she's
suspisious with him around me
with his make up on

and sin has touched me
more than once with my imagination
men in drag should be a crime
not a fasination


(TOTALLY FICTION)


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Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.






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Slick Limerick

~ They call me the Pondering Poet if there's love to be found, I'll show it with euphony divine under boughs I will shine although once in a blue moon, I'll blow it... ~ A P.D. Contest ___________________________________


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A Portrait of Vincent VanGogh

To the proud parents, Anna and Theo
A serious lad, silent and thorough
A clan of preachers
And dealers of art
From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh

When sent to school, he did not want to go
The separation led to much sorrow
But he learned to draw
Whatever he saw
Sent off to sell art in Paris, Van Gogh

His happiest time, and now in love, oh
Till the landlady’s daughter told him no
Now a broken heart
Surly to sell art
Fired from his job in Paris, Van Gogh

Vincent sought out a coal miners’ burrow
A priest of sorts, but a squalid fellow
The church was appalled
And cursed his resolve
To the asylum for crazy Van Gogh?

His father baffled, on the verge of foe
Art interest, once again, began to grow
Back to school again
This time, in His name
To paint in the service of God, Van Gogh

School’s out, back to his parents he would go
Using neighbors as subjects to ditto
Proposed to his cousin
Which she found disgustin’
Burning his hand to see her, holy Van Gogh!?!

Now off to The Hague, a family furlough
To live with Sien, a boozing bimbo
A man to see ya…
Caught gonorrhea
Three weeks in the hospital for Van Gogh

The pain of loneliness drove him back home
Once again, a failed love with fair Margot
Then Vincent’s father died
He grieved deeply inside
The tragedy further refined Van Gogh

Finally, Vincent’s work was in the know
“The Potato Eaters” made an art show
Just add more color
Said his dear brother 
Rubens brightened the dark gloom of Van Gogh

Vincent’s diet: coffee and tobacco
Mixed with absinthe began to take its toll
Though he kept on painting
Then Paris, more training
The end was getting closer for Van Gogh

The masters: Monet, Degas, Pissarro
Cezanne, and Seurat in his studio
Influenced his style
Learning all the while
That time was running out for Mr. Van Gogh

Then he moved to Arles, bad health in tow
Completing great works the whole world would know 
“Sunflowers” (in vase)
“The Café Terrace”
Minus one ear, the frail, ailing Van Gogh

With his tattered mind, and mournful woe
Committed to the asylum, Mausole
With his final works
“The Church at Auvers”
“Starry Night” was painted in pain, Van Gogh

“At Eternity’s Gate”, he was sorrow
Wandered into a field, farmer’s fallow
Put a bullet in his chest
In hopes of peaceful rest
“The sadness will last forever”, Van Gogh


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When Morning Comes

When morning comes
on the wings of a
dove
It is so grand to
enjoy, the fruits of
his love 
The beauty of an
early hour
It can contain much
power 
If we but chose to
look inside his holy
trove  

We shall find all
that we need for the
day
It is peace that
will cloak us in
sweet array 
As we walk the lane 
And call out his
name 
We’ll discover the
place of his Son’s
cache 



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CLIP IT ON

Clip it on and don't think twice
Clip it on cuz it looks nice.
Clip it on so you know where it is at.
Clip it on maybe to a hat.
Clip it on so it does not fall off.
Clip it on so your pet don't runaway.
Clip it on so it stays in place.
Clip it on in outer space.
Clip it on every day.
Clip it on around the world.
JUST CLIP IT ON.


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BooVille

Long ago in Booville lived a Doo
Doo had a friend named Rue-Foo
Rue-Foo was obsessed with candy
But he was never handy
Then Rue-Foo found a mooing Phu-boo


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Mission of the Ninja

Send on mission to recover and kill,
He prepared his mind not to fail and feel,
Drawing his sword,he freezes;
She`s his love,~makes him sneezes;
Cannot kill but knocked off to take the seal.


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Fake Coins

There once was a young  farmer called Lee,
Who was digging up coins round a tree.
He was sure they were golden
And were awfully olden:
They were dated a thousand BC…

BC : Before Christ


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Looking For Good Doctor

From suffering man was now free
His doctor held answer you see
Though doctor will claim
That he’s not the blame
The heart attack came with his fee


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the art of movie makeup

i study a pretty at a face
soon there will be no trace
a color here
another there
what a what a disastrous ace


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Acting

My notion at its most masochistic
The crowd, laughs, quite the kick.
I've never enjoyed anything more
The art is my greatest lore.
It's the only life I'd ever pick.


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Another Talent Arrives

There was a man named Ed Coet,
Who turned out to be quite a poet,
He spoke from the heart,
Thus he did impart,
And now all of Soup does know it.


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Venus de Milo


Venus de Milo sought high and low 
for her arms akimbo.  Long ago 
I offered to look too 
for those two lost ampu- 
tated limbs, but naught said that bimbo.


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Creation of Love

Creation of Love

He took an old sock and did stuff it
With a comedic voice he did bluff it
And need I here mention
The guy was Jim Henson
And the sock was his very first Muppet


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MY HEART AGAINST MY MIND

Stared me with eyes of gold......Sun radiated from my heart

Two hearts crashed towards each other

A  heaven was created

"I never want to see you ever again"

My heart weeped,

Terror and war,

Suddenly disastrous floods attacked;

aching nerves.......dust turned to soot,

"Gone"

in the desert of my solitude;

Reflected my heart to find you fertile plated;

The shadows of your voices....The mirage of your lips

"Self Denial"

The only true love written on my heart,

My heart fought with my soul

I don't need you

The war have to end

The truth..Inside i know you are the painkiller,
You are the plague in my heart



Elizabeth Lepapa for Me against me contest by


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Cupids killer

I left myself open to you like a 24 hour store and you stole from it all that which I value and hold true. You have left my shelves barren…I don’t fully understand it? My heart has been robbed by someone I thought wanted me too, yet only to find that she did not ever love me…I was just being used. As my heart bleed out on a back street alleyway in some forgotten part of a city on the edge of rebirth. I cried dear Lord, oh dear Lord…I have surrendered my love to a defiler of good things. Broken like a priceless vase that can never be replaced, these are the words of a man who’s heart now beats off pace. How could someone be so cruel? I stand hear on the edge of the top of this building, looking into an abyss devoid of my soul and trust of another…seeking only to gain solace in death, from a love misplace in the hands of a cupid killer who was incapable of receiving love.


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Writer's Block

There once was a poet called Jock,
Who liked writing in his wife’s frock.
But the dress didn’t fit,
Which annoyed him a bit,
And he suffered from writer’s block.


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Mona Lisa


Mona Lisa in her gallery 
turns her ever lovin' smile on me.  
Subliminally, I 
hear, "I will keep me eye 
on you, boy; come see me next century."


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My heart is closed

My heart is closed and will never open again, because it have been hurt it have been stifled
by whom? a girl I thought was precious to me, played me and tarnish my heart and reputation
I know it is not right for revenge but for the fortunate things I have done for her
will not go in thoughts or memories but will surely be avenged
she broke my heart
she threw away my love
I thought she was my desire
she who I aspire
love sometimes can be a heart-ache but what she have done to me should be termed as cruelty, sadness
which have lead my love in darkness
never to love again
from here my love has decayed "HOOPS" it has rotten, vanquish never again to return to the bright light
a love that has now hidden behind a shield, can you believe this? so many times have been wasted 
for who?
a girl who used my love for her own purpose
my love was just for her
just for her
and look what happen I am in pain
a loss received no gain
it's over the truth is no longer concealed your lying has now been revealed
do you know how I really feel?
a heart broken
a love that will never be the same 
shove away by you in disgrace and shamed, all along you were using me as your toy, your little puppet
your self-driven casino game, there is no one to blame 
but myself
who became blind by love from the beginning
and was quite foolish to see this not coming, you rip my heart apart 
then you quickly took away yourself like a plane you depart
you broke my heart when the moving vehicles collide
which signaled that your fake love would slide
from the start you knew what you were doing you slowly plan a plot
and quickly took your stride
yes! you have surely won, you have taken away my pride
GOODBYE! it's sad to know my love has died.




Demeter Edwards


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Ma Dropping It Like Its Hot (Limerick)

Ms. Potter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
Ms. Potter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot


Comments:
How soon some forget that they were once young too. If the power of dance is ones 
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise.  One 
Love


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Dorian Gray

(Limerick) 


There was a man called Dorian Gray
Who tried hard not to get old and gray 
So a swap he just did
Portrait wrinkles did rid 
Till his rotten flesh ate it away. 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2011 


September,10, 2014


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the game

they want me to give them my thoughts
and break them to shatter my heart
your agenda's lame
so this is the game?
this goes against all i've been taught....


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BABY I CAN FEEL YOU

tho we're far apart
your in my heart
this is how love start
when am blue
your on my mind too
BABY I CAN FEEL YOU


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Office Matters

Power and politics oh what a blend!
The things to buy with a wink and a friend.
We hope the heart is noble;
The impact could be global.
Character really matters in the end.


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Tim Patch Paintings

Tim Patch Paintings

There’s an Aussie that paints like no other
His paint brush of choice – well brother
Without being crude
He paints in the nude
Even if painting your mother

Over the years Patch has learned
Abrasive canvas and acrylic paints burned
So now he just toils
In waters and oils
And basks in the fame he has earned

I may or may not be correct
But me thinks he paints when erect
For anything less
Would be a big mess
I ain’t tried it but I just suspect

Mdailey	9/12/12


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Her past formed her life

As a girl she always wanted to be loved
But no one ever showed her what it meant to be loved
She tried to be joyful and make others happy
But nothing ever changed her life was still crappy
One day she met someone that started admiring her
He started to show what love meant to her 
It was pleasant at first fun and gifts
Then something happened she felt like jumping off a cliff
He started doing things that didn't seem right
Every time she tried to stop she lost the fight
She thought she caused it she really didn't know
She didn't get why this man would act so low
She felt very guilty hid it in her heart deep
She forgot how to sleep all she did was weep
As her sadness grew the man finally started to see
He decided to leave and she was finally free
She started living her way started to forget the pain
But as she moved forward it was in her heart as stain
While she grew older she started going the wrong ways
Men did whatever in bed while she just lays
They came and went but never wanted her as a wife
Drugs boos and men became the definition of her life
Depressed she knew her life was going down the drain
Behind the doors she cried hard like rain
She envied the happy girls never would she have that luck
This was her life always she would be stuck
Her life turned upside down things started to go well
She met her first love she was finally out of hell
He was there all along she just didn't know
He finally revealed himself when he started to glow
I think you may know him
But may not have seen him
His name is.... God


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Nude Descending a Staircase

Duchamps’ nude rushing down a staircase
has been blurred of every feminine trace.
    For though she’s said to be
    naked, there’s nothing to see –
except the letdown on many a man’s face.


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Musings

Could someone please loan me a muse?
Without one I can only cruze.
For I read your words sweet
Knowing mine were once fleet.
Muted I fear my mind I will lose. 

He made a wonderful start
But storms now don't trouble our hearts.
Wind is more consistant than he
I'm in a perminant lee
I need an actor, or a brand new part.


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Heart Of Glass

My love is so pure ...My heart is made off glass..
Everyday you see through .. My heart off glass..
Every crack you see .. In my heart off glass..
Still you chip away... At my heart of glass..
With all your nasty words.. You crack it some more.
My heart off glass.

Every day i cover up and hide ,My heart off glass
Yet you still see through .. My heart off glass..
You've broke it so many times .. Its just fell apart 

Pieces lost here and everywhere .. Gone for ever more 
Now you've broke .. My heart off glass..
Still you come back .. For even more 
Off my heart off glass. 


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THE WEDDING CAKE

It is an important cake that I had to bake with out a rake so that it would be 
real   It has a special filling that the groom himself requested and has not been 
tested  a flavor that is also a favorite of mine no matter where I dine even with fine 
punch  It must not even come close to being dropped nor even flipped 

  It is a family specialty both with and with out the decorations with not one 
splotch not one drop of scotch although my watch seems to have been some 
how misplacedplus every step retraced although perhaps it’s in the van with the 
pans of sandy ham  maybe even on the can of Pam- wherever it is I can not put 
down the cake to look

 My book when last seen was next to the cake which was nowhere near the 
hooks my watch may have been there too when I was using my decorating tools 
with out boos but wherever my watch happens to be I am grateful I have not run 
into any yellow bees  I hope I am not late regardless of the fee because I have to 
make a delivery even if for free

 Well whatever the time even if I only get a few dimes and limes this is a 
special occasion   so this better be the right destination regardless of 
instantaneous regeneration of plants with out procrastination or any kind of 
hesitation despite some close calls that would make it   resemble the leaning 
tower of Italy here comes the wedding cake!


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Love Note to Mona L

Oh how your smile got to me
Mona, it just has to be
As I painted your face
My heart skipped in place
“Be mine” signed “Yours, Leonard D.

Written by Mdailey
For Brian Strand’s contest - 2nd place finish
Ekphrasis Painting, Sculpture, Film, Book


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I Fell In Love

I fell in love; my heart goes thump, thump.
You, dear one, a beautiful tree stump.
Creases that shine so clear.
Your presence, calls me near.
Say you love me, while I have this bump.

My heart craves in desire, for your rings.
Fire burns inside, as the minstrel sings.
Your caress sometimes rough,
I am your man; I am tough.
Say you will be mine, please, my lust springs.

My darling, thus true, you are my stump.
Adore resting on you, on my rump.
I ache for answer, soon.
Before the budding moon,
My sweet love, do not make me a chump.



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I Tried

Once I fell into a swamp like region
They were lying there just like a legion.
I said, with a little scream!
Who wants a little ice cream?
They said, maybe after your extraction.


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i feel his heart in mine

Pain drips from the cracks of my broken heart
They look at my face but are blind
I know were never truly apart
As I sit today he crosses my mind
I feel his heart in mine.

My cheeks soak up these past do tears
The hurt so deep it can never heal
They’re coming to life, all my fears
It’s still not real, it’s so surreal
I feel his heart in mine.


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Boticelli

Botticelli-the pot-bellied artist For the Medici family was a great activist. His paintings rose him high. For his Venus you know why. He's been claimed such a great artist! Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2006 September.21.2014


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Dirty art

With my brush in hand, wet with silt,
each Lilliputian stroke I limned with lilt

Rasp from you, my throat be sore,
panting, yet I consume you more

With out further ado, I raise mine kilt


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The Canvas

The canvas is blank; all blank
You could paint a picture of a plank
With a pirate on board,
That collects eggshells to hoard,
With some iron around his neck, going CLANK.


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True price of war

The mighty warlord shakes his fist and sends his troops to the abyss
Families broken and torn because of an oath that was sworn
Fathers and sons die in vain but no one can feel their pain
Mothers cry as their children are sent off to die
Innocent blood is shed, does no one care for these dead
Sadness grips the heart of man as many a persons blood stains the land
Cries from the public go unheard as the warlord shouts his mighty words
Kill them all he says, make these people pay
The screams of wounded go on through the night begging for the warlord to end the fight
No answer comes from his high up throne for his heart is cold as stone
Only a child dared to face him
He begged for his people 
His words so moved the warlord he again shook is fist this time calling his troops from
the abyss
Families are pieced back together after the mighty storm they have weathered
The child is proclaimed a hero
Sides that once wared against each other now call themselves brothers
Fields are resown and homes rebuilt, no longer does the warlord feel  guilt
But nothing can replace the loss of life for that is the true price of war


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Top Ten

thirty-two poems in the top ten

if I write it just right, might win again

a dash of emotion

a thought and a notion

just give me a win, I'll scream out amen!!!!!


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Vampire's Kiss

Beyond vision, I see only her
an unsated, demanding hunger
the soulful dream each night
as I wish with all might
to bear love’s pain a little longer.

To ease the ache of physical need
it is the simplest of things, indeed
but to ease the hollow
my heart cannot swallow
I’ve often tried but cannot succeed.

I seek solace in an empty glass
as my heart burns for my lovely lass
my thoughts drift away then
I wonder how and when
love became such a pain in the… neck


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A LONGER LIMERICK.

                                     One Mayday the girls of Penzance,
                            Being rather board with the lacy of romance,
                                                   Joined a Parade,
                                       With there Banners displayed,
                                          Offering sex to the Yanks;
                                     One was a Lady from Pecking,
                              Who indulged in a great deal of necking,
                                       But it seemed such a waste,
                                    Since she claimed to be chaste,
                           But that statement however, neads checking,
                                  Another young Lady from London's west,
                                  Had on an ankle length string vest,
                                        But there were some holes,
                                         For the respectable souls,
                            So she could have sex while  dressing
                        Now another young woman from Southend,
                                Had intended a love'ing week end,
                                         She waved to her mate,
                                             Good golly I'm late,
                                For her mate had a new lady friend,
                                                           "BY' 
                                        " THE WARRIOR POET"
                                                    "E.J.Healy."
                                        ..........................................


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LET GO AND LET GOD

As men bring their broken marriage
To be reorganize to good
So i brought my broken dreams
To God, because he was my friend

But then instead of leaving him
In peace to work alone

I hung around and tried to 
Help with the ways that were my own

at last i snatched them back and cried
"How can you be so slow"

"My child" he said "What could i do?
You never did let go"


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Piano Magic

                magical ivories, lyrical keys,

        sing of my soul's fondest memories,

                       my heart shall dance

                           in blissful trance,

                vibrant rhythm in my reveries !


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win

 don't try
its do or die
here;s why
don't cry
get as you began
do it with a grim
WIN


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WINTER HATS

i love these things
some or insane
the look
got me hook
the way or made
it don't fade
to watch this that
the
WINTER HATS


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WINTER HATS

i love these things
some or insane
the look
got me hook
the way or made
it don't fade
to watch this that
the
WINTER HATS


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Yours Is Yours

                                    In matters of paintings and food,

                               your taste and mine are just as good;

                                                        Picasso,

                                                        hot taco,

                                to each his own, to each his mood !