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Moose Polk Poem
There once were two people online
Through e-mail their lives intertwined
They swore in each letter
That they'd get together
Neither one knowing what they would find
So one day when both had the chance
To see under what circumstance
They would think of each other
Be it friend, be it lover
Either way it'd be one heck of a dance
So the one went to the other's town
To see which emotion is found
But they must grow a bond
Before taking love on
Even buildings are built from the ground
The first day they soaked up some sun
Followed by dinner and fun
There was no stopping
Their bar-to-bar hopping
both drunk by the time they were done
They ended up at his hotel
"One more drink", she had said, "that sounds swell".
But the kissing, caressing
Led to them undressing
Ignoring their White Zinfindel
They woke the next morning perplexed
The ache in their heads had them vexed
They both had enjoyed
What they tried to avoid
Neither knowing what they should do next
So neither one spoke of last night
And both were nervous and uptight
But it would be a shame
to be pointing the blame
at what at the time seemed so right
But knowing it couldn't be ignored
They talked and their feelings were poured
They both felt confused
And a little bit used
But it was something they both could afford
When the trip came to an end
They enjoyed the time they did spend
With a kiss and a sigh
they both said goodbye
And to this day remain closest friends
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2005
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The wicked grin of death, it seals your doom
Within its empty stare you see your tomb
Too late to turn back, you're on your way
But will you live another day
And now you're floating toward a sky of blue
This is the end, you're dead, you're done, you're through
A chalk outline is all that's left of you
Is it real, is it true
And from above you see your funeral
Screaming loud, but noone hears your call
Shattered dreams against a broken wall
Did you ever live at all
And now you sit to take your final exam
Will you pass or forever be damned
You will be judged by what you do and say
But does it matter anyway
Rest In Peace!
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2005
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Morning dew drops fall
Blades of green grass quench their thirst
Sun's warmth hugs the land
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2009
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I have lived my life confused
not sure what I wanna do
I've made my share of mistakes
and I have paid
But now I'm in a better place
Within my heart and upon my face
I start each day with purpose
Not afraid
As children we are bred to fear
Do as we're told and shed no tear
But rarely does the punishment
Fit the crime
Now I am parental age
Within myself a war is waged
My innocence is running
Out of time
I am free
To be whoever I want to be
But can't you see
I just wanna be me
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2013
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Three O'clock- All is well
Sitting here- Prison cell
Day will come- Time will tell
Exit life- Enter hell
Sacrifice- Only way
My device- Now I pray
Innocence- Heresay
Freedom lost- Waste Away
Victim of- A life within
Society- A twisted grin
Play the game- Play to win
Have no shame- Live in sin
Breaking laws- Breaking rules
Have no care- For the fools
In my way- Useless tools
Empty heads- Shallow pools
Inhilate- Deadly gas
Consciousness- Fading fast
Flashing back- Relive the past
End is near- Free at last
Life is grim- Death is gray
In between- Either way
Constant war- Every day
Keep the truth- Live your way
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2005
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In the blackest pitch of night it rises when you least expect it
Highly sentient is this thing of darkness and you must respect it
Thriving in the astral plane, Immortal for the gods protect it
Volitile invasion, reads your mind, your thoughts, you can't reject it
Caution is the best defense to use when it is out and prowling
Nowhere you can hide, it senses fear; bloodthirst, you hear it howling
Underneath your bed not even safe, your thoughts betray your cowering
Always on the move, it follows you above your head it's towering
I have found that if you don't refuse the beast it will protect you
If you look it dead in the eye and call its bluff it will respect you
Then you'll be compelled to worship for its will is overpowering
And too late you'll notice piece by piece your soul it's been devouring
What you don't see will make your life cease to be if you ignore it
If you don't heed my advice you will bleed and die for it
Questioning why it is your turn to die there's no answer
Closing your eyes you will see...
Black moon rising!
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2005
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I'm a good man, with a creative mind
My moral standards are higher than Mother Theresa
I'm a bad man, I'm a disgrace to my kind
But I’m the wave of the future and you're out of season
I’m a new man, and I am storking the castles
Of traditional life ‘cause that's not what I’m seeking
I’m a free man, with my own point of views
you'd better hioe your kids 'cause it's to them that I'm speaking
I’m a young man, but even I’m not blind
To the oppression you've caused, it has the populace screaming
I’m an old man, and I will speak my mind
But every time that I do, you call me a daemon
I’m a superman, and with my common sense
I can tell when you're lying ‘cause your mouth is open
I’m the hangman, and if I have my way
You'll do the dangling tap dance at the end of a rope
I’m a true man, and I am brutally honest
People say it's a fault, but I think it's an asset
I’m a false man, I live in my own world
I just pretent to be stupid ‘cause I know you expect it
I’m a sick man, my sense of humor is cutting
people call me a racist but my friends know I'm joking
I am one man, but if we all stick together
Our voices will echo ‘til the silence is broken
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2005
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In a goofy world there are goofy people.
In a perfect world there are perfect people.
But in your world there is just you.
Everyone else is just a figment of your imagination.
Now stop daydreaming and get back to work.
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2007
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Of all the people in my life that I am thankful to
I know there's not alot but one stands out among the few
If teachers rated people you'd score high among the curve
But since they don't, you never get the credit you deserve
You're known for giving freely, asking nothing in return
Even when no "thank you" comes your way you don't feel spurned
The love you show burns like a light as brilliant as the sun
More reliable than AT&T, It reaches everyone
I'm that sure you are wondering who I am talking about
I'll speak it in a normal voice, Although my heart will shout
The person I want to dedicate this Thanksgiving Day to
Is my Grandmother whom I love so much, and honestly... THANK YOU
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2009
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Take a trip with me
Out to the bloody sea
View sin and misery
Then dive right in and take a swim
Inside the den of iniquity
Experience your fears
And shed a couple tears
Get tortured by your peers
Play show and tell with the wishing well
While you burn in hell for a thousand years
When you set a goal
You will pay a toll
And fall into a hole
You scream and shout, but you can’t get out
And you start to doubt your immortal soul
The thoughts inside your brain
They cause internal pain
They leave a mental stain
The darkening skies and your blood-shot eyes
Make you realize that you’ve gone insane
Whether you are good or bad it doesn’t matter at all
You’ve just got to realize you’re headed for a fall
For all your greed and selfishness you’re in for a surprise
Enjoy it while you’re here---because you can’t take it with you
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2009
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