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Just Desserts For Unfaithful

  Any pretty woman turned his head
  He liked them all so it is said
  Then one day to his surprise
  They no longer caught his eye
   His sexual desire totally died

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Afternoon Afterthought

                                  Upon the roof, outside the walls,

                              now tapping soft its whispered calls,

                                              aftertaste of pain,

                                             this afternoon rain,

                                  like a  fading afterthought, falls.

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Gemini ( Male.)

All my friends say they can not abide
these two people I have deep inside
Let the first one insist,
feel the other resist
while I wait for their war to subside.

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  There was a time when I stood tall

             Especially in college, playing NCAA Volleyball.

   Oh, the trips we went on to the various meets

             Winning and losing in those much vaunted heats.

   We weren't great then, now I can't jump at all.

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There once was a proud Aries like me,
whose impatience kept from being free.
But all my pride inside
never had the chance to hide
the goal of winning confidently!

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Off Of His Game

Stoneheart Mickey McKade was his fit fighting name.
Bare Knuckle Boxing was his beloved chosen game.
Then Muley Will Dutton broke Stoneheart’s jutting jaw.
To the surprise of all present, Mickey started to bawl.
Now Slackjaw Mickey McKade is in the sport’s Hall Of Shame.

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Her Voice Say


                     When tired from sweeping with the storebought broom
                                  I'd lean against not wanting to resume
                                       Momma said, "Nusing your bab?"
                                     I would sweep, under breath crab
                        Now would love to hear her say,  "Clean your room!"

(Momma would say nusing not nursing..Bab is instead of baby..)

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Slick Limerick

Note: is three syllables.

John Moses assumed he was doing well. You know only the absolute can tell. His Agape, copy, ranked totally sloppy, At the gate Peter said, ”what’s that I smell?’ `T was certain girl from our poetry soup, The one not in love with heavenly group, from behind me she snickered, and with Peter she bickered. This is the total stinky pooh…err… scoop! ================== ==================PS "Just Kidding" For and in Honor of Poet Destroyer And Contest: Slick Limerick

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1953 Ford Truck

In my travels around....
from town to town...
I found sitting next to a tree...

a red truck for sale...
that looked like _ell!
a ford, nineteen fifty-three...

So I knocked on the door...
and wasn't for sure...
if they'd sell it to me...

When they answered the door...
they wanted more...
but I gave them two-fifty, not three...

I got it running at last...
and oh! what a task!
I couldn't wait to set it free...

Yea!! it's really fast...
when I give it the gas...
ask those cops who tickets to me!

The body's intact...
just one ding and a whack!!
I'll paint it just wait and see!!!


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Why am I so slow

Why I am so slow?
I think you should know
I meditate, cogitate, contemplate,
Yes, and then I will even palpitate
Before I let go!

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Flaws VS Flawless

It’s amazing what is seen as nice
clear skin with a soul stark as ice.
Long legs with a crotch
and out she will trot
at the end of his arm, once or twice.

Sweet hearts are all hidden it seems
men want only a tart for their dreams.
A crooked smile to beguile, 
a tiny mind infantile
and Boozoo’s coming apart at the seams.

When kindness is seen as a bore
All you’ll find is flaw after flaw
Then your just desserts
Will come in short skirts
While your wife gets the house and much more!


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Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 

                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows

Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL

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The holidays are a time when we hold loved ones close

making New Year's resolutions to be better and not so morose.

With trimming the tree,  the gifts, the cards, the good wishes for all

Spending too much time and money at the mall.

Our hangover on Jan 2nd makes our resolutions go out the windows.

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Diagnosis Unknown

Francine is nothing but a little skin and a bit of bone.
She works from her house and she lives all alone.
The old gal eats just a little;
Plays the violin, not the fiddle;
And she speaks to herself on the phone.

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Rebellious and independent,
a strong mind driven by intent;
see a face never mistrusted,
hear sincere words well-expressed...
no detail is insignificant.

 (C) Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

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New Year Resolutions 1

New Year resolutions

They are back. Yesteryears’  resolutions
That  evaporated ere execution.
My first one this time around
Is that resolves shouldn’t get drowned
Or  suffer the slightest diminution.

This one sure was fairly easy enough
But the do’s and don’ts looming large look tough
It’s better for me to wait
Than decide and then debate
Those tricky  easier-said-than-done-stuff. 

Sorry, I have no habits to kick
Though there are a good many for the pick
I’ve no weight to lose or gain
Or fitness goals that are  pain
Save a crick in neck to get rid of quick  .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

@ 31/ Dec/ 12
For Gwendolen's 'Limerick in the pocket'

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Our Vacancy

Red, Black, Yellow - Brown or White
During the day or - late at night
-	When Life is lost
-	It’s too great a cost
No justification can make it right.

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Me Verses Me

Who is that staring back at me
Go away on the count of three
Do I know who you are
Can I wish upon a star
Questions of who I should be

Not just demons do I fight
Thoughts drift easily through the night
Myself against me 
Trying to break free
To do what I know is right

Written by: Shannon Deane
Written:  June 28th, 2011
Contest:  Myself Against Me

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Subversive Valentines Day

Once I had a girlfriend and ex-wife.
Two ladies at the same time in life,
Mistake I made this day.
Not proud in anyway.
First mistake, second retake in strife,

Girlfriend I gave flowers for the day.
Ex-wife and I married, oui evay,
Messed up my life again,
Not knowing where I’d been.
Girlfriend forlorn, wrong card I did play.

Ex-wife left me, I got just deserts.
Got what I deserved for all my flirts.
Valentine’s Day, bad karma,
Cupid dealt me, my dharma,
Disengaging me of all subverts.

Written for

Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Valentine's Day Limerick 

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One Resolution

I had resolved one year,
To never again have a fear
But I feared sitting down,
So I walked all around
And that's how I ended up here.

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like it or not--it's here to stay

Inventive minds can be inspired  
Great ideas in time may be sired
High fashion and style
Are acquired for a while
But in the brain sex is hard wired

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A Bloody Mary

Ole Bloody Mary’s a friend of mine
with splash of vodka and twist of lime.
tomato crush
which makes me flush,
yet, she leaves me out of sorts at times.

Contest: Pick a Beverage any Beverage
Date: 10/29/11

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©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

I bought a new scale at the Wal-Mart store.
Made it secure and level on the floor.
I took a breath, then stepped on.
The digits I saw made me moan.
Surely, I do not weigh two-fifty-four!

Let’s balance the scale, then I’ll try once more.
Adjusted proper, they’ll give the right score.
This time the scales will behave.
I stepped on, tried to be brave.
But with a grin they said “two-fifty-four”.

I would like to throw these scales out the door.
Wish they were lying, but I can’t ignore. 
I’ve gobbled many things sweet
And chewed on too much red meat.
My expanding poundage is “two-fifty-four”.

My belly is huge, my chin is galore.
Need to lose it, but process is a chore.
Need diet low in fat and starch.
So my stomach will not arch.
Hope to be smaller than “two-fifty-four”.

Would a brisk walk cause my health to restore?
Would losing blubber help me not to snore?
Let’s get started. Soon I say!
Well - after the holiday!
Cause my clothes don’t fit at “two-fifty-four”.

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Where Did It Go

As I sit here and wonder where did it all go,
  Why did I hurry to get here is something I do not know.
My life has pased by so quickly just a blink of the eye,
  Can't remember all the things I've done or the reasons why.
What was the purpose of this it all seems so insane,
   I'm left with nothing but emptiness am I to be the blame .
Where are my friends and family am I the only one left,
   I guess because of what I've done this is what I get.
This isn't what I was looking for not what I imagined at all,
   There is nothing I can say or do and theirs nobody I can call.
Will it ever become clear to me why don't I understand ,
   Is this that wonderful plan was that God has made for man?
The path I chose to follow always seemed to take so long,
   I'm begining to believe that just maybe that I was wrong.
Thinking about all the things in my life that have come to past,
   Down deep I have always known that they were never meant to last.
So this is what it is like to reach this old age of mine ,
   I'm starting to see that it was never really about time.
Waiting seems to be all there is for me to do these days ,
   Untill the time that light shines bright showing me my way.
Feeling much better now that I have come to see,
  That there was a plan and it was made especially for me.

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And Now For The Next Half A Century

.......And Now For The Next Half A Century!

Over 50? Bring it on!
Feeling so empowered
Learning now that life's for grabs 
So much to be devoured!

Over 50? Piece of cake
Sitting on my laurels
Fed them, read them, washed them, wed them
Taught them all their morals

Over 50? Feeling great!
Welcoming that wrinkle
Gravity -  go do your thing
My eyes will always twinkle

Over 50? Never wiser!
Learning to say no
Earned my moods lost some feuds
Now basking in the glow

Over 50? Liking me
Dressing as I please
Goodbye fads, hello plaids
I ve no one to appease

Over 50? No regrets
Think it s pretty nifty
Guess I ll stick around a bit
To check out things at sixty!

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Money And Life

All the gold in Thomaston
Is in fancy banks uptown, hun
There are two on the square
Just waiting to use lair
To capture your funds then you're done

(Our town is drying up
Today I noticed that
it only seems that
the banks are prospering.)

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Slick Limerick 1

His is an unpronounceable name
Who at times basks in soup's fleeting fame
'Lion of the world' his name means
Nothing like that in his genes
To love all is JAGATHSIMHAN's aim

for  PD's  "Slick Limerick"contest
S.Jagathsimhan Nair,  21 sept  11

For SKAT's on 20 May 13

For Regina Riddle's contest.

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After the Play

I entered a contest for plays;
I’d hoped for approval and praise.
	The audience cheered
	And nobody jeered
And I even was given bouquets!

We followed the show with a dinner.
I grinned like the grinniest grinner.
	The feelings that flowed
	And the way that I glowed
Would convince someone I was the winner.

Today they confirmed what I knew – 
My chances for glory are through.
	But still, though I lost,
	There were barriers crossed
And I made an impressive debut.

The lesson I learned from this chance
Is that fortunes don’t always advance;
	But if you never try
	You’ll be wondering why
You’re the wallflower watching the dance.

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Eight Years

It’s been eight years, and it still feels the same
As it was then, I seem to have no aim
                            Peer pressure
                            That of a fresher
Searching for my own claim to fame.

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Pianos are falling apart

Pianos are falling apart, The ivory keys at the start; From there to the panel, It’s too much to handle; It’s breaking the strings of my heart.

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The soliloquies of my Imagination

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am thinking of evolution
My theory reveals the nature's mystery
"It all begins in the sea, our ancestry."
Scientists bow in my appreciation.

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am a doctor prescribing medication
My job is to keep diabetes at bay
"Please take this pill twice a day."
Patients are full of admiration.

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am an actor performing an imitation
My act amazes the most critical person
"It's elementary, my dear Watson."
A deserving Emmy nomination.

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am writer requiring direction
My book is a thriller
'Vengeance of a charitable killer.'
An interesting plot in formation.

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am an army officer defending my nation
My command evokes my army
"Today, we shall crush the enemy."
Daring acts of retribution.

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am a philosopher seeking a solution
My notion predicts the downfall of capitalist mentality
"Change we must for eco-friendly sustainability."
A guaranteed life time award and recommendation.

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am a leader of revolution
My speech inspires the people to fight
"Brothers and Sisters, it's our birth right."
A sea of charged up population.

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am building a perfect nation
My government is the epitome of socialism
"Minister, I see a populace full of optimism."
Few steps away from perfection.

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am a poet of aspiration
My prose is a limerick
"Hmm! It rhyme's with 'Blackadder's' 'Baldrick' "
It's a poetic exaggeration.

A tale from the soliloquies of my imagination
Now I am me dreaming about another impersonation
My brain needs to stop
"Oh God! need no more dreams to pop."
Wonder why I always keep dreaming a situation.

P.S  the soliloquies are in quotes

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Thieves Beneath Contempt.

Lining pockets with cash large and small,
Once found out, they return not one call.
But an amendment we need
to inflict on this breed
the same treatment that they give us all.

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The parrot peeps through the tiny window

The fortune teller coaxes it to take a bow

Expecting keenly the parrot from the cage

to come out and gently pick a page

to tell his future; the young man wants to know

Looking at the ceiling, he recalls his past

Confined to bed, the old man looks lost

His near and dear ones desert him

like passing clouds; pastures not green as it seem

With blessings for all, he waits to breathe his last

........... Suresh M Iyer

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Virgo man)

I am a Virgo, on cusp of Libra.
My heart and mind stays in a penumbra.
My first words were these, so told.
“Me do it me self”, so bold.
I was strange in school, I loved algebra


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A Little Bang

Mother Nature being supreme
Who beckons her violent scream?
Blind men lust for cash
Binding her into ash
The dust of kind Eden’s regime

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New Years Resolution

Resolutions fruitful tricks on mind,
Some reality, some so unkind,
They are just promises.
Other compromises,
They often suspend and rob one blind.

Though we keep on making them each year,
Sometimes bringing smiles or single tear,
No, matter what they are.
Ordinary or bizarre,
We take new steps, staying all old fear.

My resolution, be more funny.
Stir my funny bone for my honey.
To bring her more laughter,
Sharing smiles thereafter,
We need, joy, happiness, not money.

Written for

Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire 
Contest Name New Year's Resolutions 

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Time to Read

As you take the time to read
You cultivate the knowledge seed
But take you the time to care
And please do be aware
On what your mind doth feed

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Quit Calling Me

<                                          good tarnations  .......  to this darn nation

                                            economic woes   .......  our money goes

                                                      all we are is .....   numbers

                                                      to good ole ....... Uncle Sam

                                             don't you just hate being called ....... sometimes

Entry For
John Freeman's Contest
Citizen Or Subject
G.L. All

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Velcro Shoes

I hardly ever wear shoes that tie.
My wife will tell you, I never lie.
Velcro shoes are my game.
I love them without shame.
If they stopped making them, I would cry.

Written for

Sponsor S K A T * 
Contest Name SHOES 

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The Last Laugh?

Democracy now that is a laugh
When the voting is all stacked with graft
And I will give you a plug
If you punch out that lug
If you believe me you’re really daft!

You say you’re poor and you’re not real able
To put food and some bucks on the table
Just right say the rich
Starve and don’t *itch
Or drop by and muck out my stable!

Grad’s from Vassar and Yale all abhor
Those in Appalachia with dirt floors
But they own the coal mines
And their wealth is refined
They won’t mess up their minds keeping score.

You can’t get a real education
In this righteous American nation
Well go read a book
Or go shoot a crook
Rise to your appropriate station!

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Think Loftily

Smartest of men, Einstein; frequently 
thinks long hours on relativity.   
Forgets his umbrella; 
even keys, poor fella.  
So, don't be mad I think loftily.  

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  I have often been bedeviled

        By it I have oft been disheveled

  Too many times have been frought

  With fears that have been wrought

        Only to leave me ~ Unlevelled!

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A Fan of Television

I am a stay at home television freak. 
That elusive remote is what I seek. 
I don't have to go out. 
I know without a doubt 
that television makes my life far from bleak.

Inspired by another member's poem.

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     Umpf . . . Umpf . . . Squeeze . . . Squeeze
     Tuck that flab in there, if you please!
     "This swim suit is too small, I fear...

      Or did I think the same last year?"

      Just one thing...REMIND YOURESELF NOT TO SNEEZE!

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She Walks Among the Shadows

She walks among the shadows of my house
Barely even there – quiet as a mouse
She has never said a word
At least none that I heard
She’s the image of my dear departed spouse

She’s here because her spirit just can’t leave
She’s here because no one has yet to grieve
She looks me in the eye
As if to ask me why
I often chuckle – she’s so damned naïve

It’s not that she was really all that bad
It’s just that one night tryst that she had
I couldn’t stand her sight
So later that same night
I accosted her with my own pentad

She knows I hit her with a hammer – hard
She knows she’s buried right in our backyard
Yet she comes into my home
And she won’t let me alone
She’d like to hoist me on my own petard

Ok – so maybe I’m a real louse
For knocking off my dear departed spouse
But that don’t give her the right
To haunt me day and night
As she walks among the shadows of my house

Pentad – five elements of investigation – in this case – who, what, why, where, how
Petard - The word remains in modern usage in the phrase hoist with one's own 
petard, which means "to be harmed by one's own plan to harm someone else" 
or "to fall into one's own trap," literally implying that one could be lifted up (hoist, or 
blown upward) by one's own bomb.

Written	6/18/11 - 10:02 PM
Honorable Mention in Ghosts contest

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Latchkey Kid

A latchkey kid was I,
A fact I cannot deny.
My mom started working,
Which caused some tear-jerking,
As I kissed my freedom good-bye.

I was the eldest of three,
So responsibility fell upon me,
To make sure chores were done,
And supper begun,
While my siblings reported to me.

Mom knew I could be counted upon,
To keep an eye on things while she was gone.
But at times I resented,
My time with friends prevented,
Since I was the oldest one.

Looking back I truly can say,
I have no regrets to this day.
Growing up as I did,
May have been rough as a kid,
But it made me who I am today.

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                                        Lottery, a luck try game			
                                        If one plays not to blame			
                                 Invests own rupee, pound or penny			
                                    To try luck there's no problem			
                                      if favor gets plenty of money			

For contest: sponsored by Susan Burch				
Written by: bldevnath				
on 07/01/2012				

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Prize or Surprise

I spied inside walls to much surprise.
Sometimes with smiles, then tears, into rise.
Sometimes, some things, unheard,
Are better un-interred,
Truly this will never provide prize.

Written for

Sponsor Michael J. Falotico 
Contest Name "A FLY ON THE WALL" 

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Holy Crap

Na- Nu Na-Nu
greetings earthlings How do you do
I'm captain Zendor from planet Sur Render 
shazbot someone crashed into my spaceship's fender
hit me so hard made me go krap-poo

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My own worst enemy

Battled the mirror since the age of eight.
This on going war inside me I hate.
We all act like its a sin.
I have a slim chance to win.
Today the fight starts to lose weight.

**By Chris Matt
**”Me Against Myself Contest.”
**June 28, 2011

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     There we basked in Eden all aglow,

         With no cares or worries and Eve in tow,

     But the serpent spoke to her in his slithery way,

         We ate the apple, so we could not stay,

     The Lord spoke only one last word to us..."GO"!

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Flat Spare Tire

             spare forgotten, now flat, abused,

                  like some veteran overused

                   in at least two world wars

       whose alleged treads are darkened scars,

            burnt, rubbed off rubber, unamused,

        frayed steel threads, no, I'm not excused.

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The Lost Poet

There once was a poet named Sue
Who wanted to write a haiku.
But her Nature was such
She didn't know much,
And was lost as to just what to do.

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Echo of an Echo

           A quiet sound that lingers long with Time's every ebb, every flow,

                    memory is an echo of an echo heard faintly long ago;

                                                lonesome shore,

                                                like tales of yore,

               the waves of forgetting, of remembering just come and go.

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You Gave Me A Smile

You gave me a smile,  a stranger, how nice,
I didn't even know you, I didn't have to joke or entice,
you gave me a smile, a stranger, how nice.

A smile, such a simple thing to do,
you reminded me of that too,
You gave me a smile, a stranger, how nice.

Your smile has affected me all day,
made me smile at him , instead of what I really wanted to say,
You gave me a smile, a stranger, how nice.....

                        Thanks Carol Brown

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Poetry Fad

Slam poetry a form so new
Spoken word more than a view
Some are great some are bad
It is really just a fad
Bringing attention to poetry true

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The Trail I Trail

                I couldn't be all at once everywhere walkin'

                that's why I never rue over roads not taken;

                                        along my trail

                                          I win, I fail,

             Time shall tell whether or not I was mistaken !

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Flicker Faint, Glimmer Bright

                 Each of us is but a faint shimmer of the Eternal Light;

        some a bit more radiant than most in the deepest, darkest night;

                                                       we flicker,

                                                     we glimmer,

             no matter how faltering, we're guiding lights in our own right!

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Mother Goose

Here’s to that gal, Mother Goose
Who’s writings are somewhat obtuse
If you read in-between
Her lines I mean
Her subjects are often quite loose

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Indefinitely Final

                   The setting sun casts a magic that's more than visual,

                        something in its radiance seems indefinitely final;

                                                         it's goodbye,

                                                           it's oh, hi!

                              to some it's a promise, to others a betrayal!

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Fully Empty

                         Feeling down is really more than just a state of mind

                             or of your wallet fully empty, nothing there to find;

                                                               you ponder

                                                              and wonder,

                              is it your past or your future you're leaving behind?

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Going Through The Motion

        If what  you're doing now is not  worth finishing

          and you keep starting it for the sake of going

                             through the motion,

                                   no emotion,

       then that's a lot of aimless, brainless life-wasting.

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Hopes and Fears

                         All of our dreams, aims and actions
                                                are shaped by deepest sentiments;

                        confidence and apprehensions
                                                determine our accomplishments;

                                                times we win,

                                                or give in;

                        while hopes set ablaze our ambitions,
                                                fears curtail our achievements.

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Thirty or Eighty

                    Whether at thirty or eighty, we all can grow truly old;

                not by the years, but by the ideals that we no longer hold;

                                                       of truth, that is,

                                                      of good, justice,
                     when we grow cynical and jaded, hesitant to be bold.