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A Love To Call My Own

I knew from the beginning,
That you were just a flirt;
Yet I fell in love with you,
Knowing I'd be hurt.
I thought I could tie you down,
And make you love just one;
But how could I do something,
No-one else had ever done.
I know you never loved me,
And I'm trying not to cry;
For I must find the strength somehow,
To kiss your lips good-bye.
When you ask for me again,
You'll find I won't be there;
I want a love to call my own,
Not one I'll have to share.
So I will hide my broken heart,
Beneath a laughing face;
And though you'll think I never cared,
No-one else can take your place.

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2007



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Hair Fishing

With longer hair her one wish,
she cooked up a special dish,
ate the beans of Uncle Jack,
hope he didn't want them back!
Now with her hair, she could fish.


Used The Magic Bean Locks by Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2010

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Unspoken Love

The language of love,
spoken in sighs,
no voices are needed to say;
You know you're in love
when a shiver,
says more than mere words
can convey.

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2007

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Time Goes On

Time goes on, through pain and fear,
Hate growing with each tick of the clock;
War, assassins, terrorism, even death,
Nothing halts the passage of time.
WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, the Gulf,
To name a few of the 20th-century wars.
Kennedy, King, Kennedy, Lennon--great men cut down
In a short space of time by assassins' bullets,
Others barely escaping with their lives.
The World Trade Center, Oklahoma City,
Too many terroristic attacks in foreign countries to count.
Mengele, Manson, Dahmer, Menendez;
Only some of the horrific killers of our time.
Colorado, Mississippi, Oregon, Tennessee,
So many children killing children in our schools,
The list of deaths endless, the reasons obscure.
Yet, through it all, time goes on.
Pausing for nothing, stopping for no one,
Time goes on.

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2007

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Wildfire Woman

The intensity of a blaze raging out of control,
A passionate fury can be glimpsed in the glow;
wild desire running high, drifting into fantasy,
emotionally consumed by the ecstasy.

Reality melting down around me,
replaced by the pleasure heard in my sighs;
Love is told by my body's gyrating stir,
as the flame brightly flares in my eyes.

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2007



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Goodbye Mommy

Standing 'round the stone
waiting to say goodbye,
how do you say the words
when your heart is empty.
Nothing can prepare you
for the pain of loss
when you lose someone so
close to you.
Waiting for the words
to come forward from
your lips, yet nothing
emerges past the pain.
Then you hear a soft
voice nearby saying
that which you
cannot;
Goodbye Mommy.

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2007

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Cynical Sins

Delicious corpulent prattle stuck
blustering with sins,
cynical posturing grins
slip quietly into the night.

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2007

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Based On Running Bear

Running Bear and White Dove
swim forevermore,
Never to be parted
or together nevermore.

*Poem based on the song Running Bear, as the title suggests

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2010

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Fearless

I fell in love when I saw you,
the right words just couldn't be found;
I waited too long so I lost you,
my fears kept holding me down.
Someone was near or the timing not right,
how I wish I could go back in time;
to the night that we met, I would tell you,
I love you and now you'd be mine.
Foresight's the wisdom of sages,
hindsight is my lot it seems;
I waited too long so I lost you,
now I only have you in my dreams.

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2007

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Nobody Home

I don't sit home waiting for love to come call,
though I'm spending all my time alone;
the next time I hear love knock on my heart,
if it's you, there's nobody home.

When I answered the knock to admit you,
I didn't know what was in store;
you cheated and hurt me, then broke my heart,
if you knock, I'm not home anymore.

When you left I reached the conclusion,
that no-one at all in my life;
was better for me in the long run,
than being a cheating mans wife.

So don't come knocking again at my heart,
thinking I'll let you come home;
you better believe when I tell you,
if it's you, there's nobody home.

Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2007

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