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Derek Mully Poem
An honest smile and truthful eyes
A road slinger who loves a surprise
A worker who dreams of the world
Needs the road and loves a whirl
Understands my past and hers
Comfortable with herself in showers
Loves good vibes and the bad
Appreciates the love and even the sad
Wants more to life than bottom line
Takes a random hint as a sign
Embraces silence for it is rare
Take a chance, perfect woman, if you dare
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The pill, they say, will heal all wounds.
Strike the light of dimming moons.
Ignite dead fire in soul’s desire.
Lift depression and take you higher.
Bring the crippled to their feet.
Bring the rain in drowning heat.
Have you cry in happiness.
Make you laugh, impossible bliss.
They pill, I say, will change your life.
See a new spark in your wife.
Feel the earth for what it is.
Share more laughter with your kids.
Help you follow and care for your dreams.
Get through your shell and burst at the seams.
Look at the sun, and not wonder why.
Embrace your life before you die.
The Pill of Life Contest
2/2/13
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Derek Mully Poem
Nerves
Crippled
Rippled
Brain
Busy
Dizzy
Torso
Pressed
Messed
Heart
Confused
Unused
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Derek Mully Poem
My problem.
I see minds rather than faces.
I see souls rather than races.
I see futures before starts.
I see darkness in hearts.
I see ones second intentions
I see the sadness unmentioned.
I see tears as impossible.
I see love as a struggle.
My Solution.
I take a chance for once.
I just ask her to lunch.
I forget about futures.
I don’t think from the start.
I just speak from the heart.
Like I do in this poem.
Take love as it goes.
Wherever I roam.
My Problem.
I am who I am.
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Derek Mully Poem
Ye shall not love thee
For thee hath not hurt
Bequeath thine heart
Or thy soul canst be dirt
Find new love henceforth
May new love come hither
Ye offer nary
In fullsome though shall smother
Trow for the lady
Seek, dost not tarry
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