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Haley Kalb Poem
Love as a priority
Has become a minority.
Gratification makes promises unreal
In love and life learning to deal.
Mentality of a flower child
Freedom is key,
Butchered by Bin Laden,
And even politics before he.
Sixties and Seventies past,
Is the philosophy forgotten?
Is it possible to fit in?
This new age may be rotten.
Peace, love and harmony,
Preach it to all;
Move souls into the sublime,
Let your ignorance fall.
With inhibitions and hate,
Greed, anger and fear;
We are all Gods creations,
Give children less reason for a tear.
Hostility is created,
Not born into babies;
Purity is the beginnings of life,
Ill-will infects us like rabies.
The realization of reality,
Love as a dream yet to come;
Proving with acts and not words
Is something not done.
Life's paths hoped to be fairytales,
Opportunity floats in the air;
Built up dreams let down,
Missing my breath and catching one rare.
Spread this education,
Enlighten new minds.
Search for yourself,
It's good what you find.
Copyright © Haley Kalb | Year Posted 2006
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Haley Kalb Poem
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells”,
Stated Theodore Geisel one time,
Yet further than just nonsense he wrote,
Who became famous from his unique type of rhyme.
His story begins,
March 2, 1904,
Son of a brewer,
Who ran a zoo for cuisine and much more.
Theodore graduated from Dartmouth College,
While drawing cartoons,
One of the places,
Where he thought up many of his loons.
Geisel began to write stories,
For children to read,
Though he had none of his own,
He never did breed.
His writings were quirky,
Each book had an outlandish nation,
Some words were even made up,
By people in his population!
But his issues dug deeper,
Though most could not plainly see,
Since his pages of pictures,
Were as strange as can be!
Discrimination and Religion,
And Richard M. Nixon,
Were all included,
In stories he was fixin.
Saving his real name,
For his more serious work,
He chose something more suitable,
Dr. Suess then served as his fork.
This Pulitzer Prize winning chap,
Wrote and illustrated 47 stories,
He was married twice,
And had a lifetime of glories.
Age 87 did he live,
Writing mainly for folks of young age,
Or so most firstly thought,
Because of characters like Sneetches and Mrs. McCave.
But his books can be loved,
Even by adults,
Because even a child’s story,
Can talk about other faults.
Copyright © Haley Kalb | Year Posted 2006
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