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Mike Martin Poem
I buried my boys today
Thirteen wasn't bad enough
What a pain in my heart
It's mine now, gone from them
They suffer no more
More than a hundred years
Barely seen half of that
I can only wish
Brothers to the very end
I can only wish
Love to take my boys out
Take them out all day
Take them to the running field
Run the while away
I can only wish
Love to buy my boat back
Buy it back all day
Wish I had my old boat
Wish I’d fish today
If I could only fish
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
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Deep in the wilde of the Cypress mound on the lower Graburn run
The air is cool and clear by far for the eye of the setting sun
A ride along the turning valleys sight above the plain
The break of eve the sun is sank the day all ends aglow
Made for all by the hands of many of earth and tree and branch
Unwaving hospitality Historic Reesor Ranch
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Where the hell’s my glasses
I can’t see where your ass is
I can't even see what became of all my hair
Can’t seem to recall
One single thing at all
What is this thing for, and which end goes in where
Well I’m glad you’re a keeper
You couldn’t be much sweeter
You won’t ever leave me, you’ll never break my heart
I like how you rub me
But will you still love me
Even half as much when everything else falls apart
The only thing that’s rising
Is lately my blood pressure
You know I got to take it easy, like you always say
Everything else falls
Everything else sags
Can’t you see I’m getting way more wrinkles every day
for Darren and Penny
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Falling ever helplessly
Into a burning sea
Of passion and desire
Where Rraine surpasses me
Comforted of saving grace
Unending empathy
Rising to a cloud of peace
Where Rraine inspires me
Now my life’s a billow
A churning fantasy
A blanket and a pillow
Where Rraine amazes me
Longing for a day of Rraine
Under a pecan tree
My thoughts a scorching desert
Where Rraine refreshes me
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El Chapo, I have faith in you
You'll never come to harm
After all, what's that they say
You know, ... third time's a charm
How long did they keep you
The first time that you slipped
Best not outstay your welcome
Containers must be shipped
And since you're only human
And apt to fall again
You paid another visit
Just like a long lost friend
You spend more time outside
It seems to me, than in
El Chapo, when I meet you
I'll greet you with a grin
The legend of El Chapo
Will live forever more
Soon we'll have those precious goods
Delivered to our door
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adios gringo
buenos dias muchacho
hastsa la vista
si signorita
gracia para sombrero
signore lo perdí
a rio grandé
cruzar sierra madré
voy a san miguel
san hosé, san juan
pedir san antonio
decir por favor
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McMar’s old man didn't like him much
But he never wondered why
All sorts of horrid demons
Could seen in the old man's eye
McMar’s own mother, Doreeane
Couldn’t wait to deliver her son
They say he tipped the scale
Right around 10.1
The nurses couldn’t believe it
The young one brought him in
“Here’s your new Big Mac”, she said
With a happy little grin
Doree said, Oh, Motherload!
I’m having a heart attack
How in the world did you ever know
I was thinking of calling him Mac
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Canadian bacon
In stores for the takin
Brought home for the makin
Canadian bacon
Real eggs on the side
Over easy on me
Canadian bacon
Sweet harmony
Canadian Bacon
More meat to the round
Canadian Bacon
More love to the pound
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Mike Martin Poem
Is it really anyone’s business
What about this gender thing
Does it pertain to likeness
Does it even mean a thing
If you’re intimate it matters
But that’s your business too
Everybody wants to know
Are they intimate with you
Your boss, your government
Why do they even care
They always want to know
What you’re packing under there
On a job application …
Isn’t that discrimination?
Why do they want that information?
Is the job fornication?
A little box is labeled gender
No, I usually just say
And when it’s labeled sex
I answer anyway
Sometimes I say seldom
Or … refer to marital status
Twice on Sundays
Or … never just for gratis
Well, come on now, really
What do they expect?
Will they take my word for it?
Are they going to check?
if you like this poem, in invite you to read my poem "The Girls"
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I heard a little secret
I'm not about to tell
Then again, on second thought
I guess I might as well
The greatest gal that ever was
I'm sure you would agree
Sons and daughters everywhere
Would feel the same as me
Is one who loves without a doubt
Or any strings attached
And when it comes to caring
Her love cannot be matched
And so it stands to reason
That mothers are so great
And grammas even greater
Sometimes they just can't wait
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