Sad Ballad Poems

I'm an orange monkey
in China I was made,
stitched with much affection
and garlanded with braid.

Purchased then on eBay
and wrapped to make a gift,
I was posted to...

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Do I owe you something...?

Where do I begin,
Where do I end...
Shall I count the years,
Or the moments we spent...

Why should I be liable,
When you've become...

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There was a horse, in this field,
White as any snow on Earth,
He looked sad as a sad owl,
But never pried for loneliness.

This is the only...

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 Dawne Gee really makes her best effort to inform you and me about what is real and what is the "Present Reality"! Dawne Gee.....Dawne...

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The banner I raised high in the air,
Singing "it is well,it is well, it is well with my soul"
Praying,"dear God,if ever we fail in life,
Teach...

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The Ballad of Love Distorted 

The horse’s ears flicker in silent rebuke
His rider is tense, taut, confused. 
Raw frost shining in soft silver rhythm 
And...

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So shaking and wan we are
In frighten peace to pant
We breathe short-wind broil
Our nature have been polluted
Our food have been poisoned
Our blood have been daub...

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Things have changed.
Aint like they use to be.
Our lives have come between us
What more can I believe.

Won't tell me what you're thinking
Don't tell me its...

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Come sit and I will serenade
A sad, colossal flub,
A tale about a marinade.
(Well, truthfully a rub)

It is a long and sordid tale;
Not sure where to...

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3-3-2033
At 3:33 am
Or 
03/03/2033
@3:33 pm
1/3----2/3
He asked her to marry
His third, her first.
He promised love and
Stability
A reason to love.
Only love makes a man
Feel like this
Either He'd...

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She said that she is not that pretty
And she doesn't go to the gym or exercise
She said that she's a little on the chubby side
And...

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There are sad tears
in that boy's eyes;
Putin has invaded
his motherland.

The speedy missiles hit their targets,
buildings and houses are razed to the ground,
terrifying screams from unseen...

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Myrtle Parker

Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera,
That’s the English one not the French.
Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider,
Only beverage her thirst would quench.

Never did...

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Fire lust of the angry clouds doth cover envy
To fork the stars upon my ever-changing view.
The crestling being i endure to hold of many
Foreign thoughts...

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as shadows stake claim to dark night
somewhere a lonely gypsy is singing
and weeping drops upon dry ground
making camp with sad voice ringing

lady luck no longer...

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