Best Boyle Poems

I have seen spring’s awakening
And basked in summer’s sun
And I have watched in awe
As autumn’s colors softly sprung
But now that winter’s here
Amid the softly falling...

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•	Warning:  This is a brutal truth and if you don’t want to hear about what is happening lately regarding things you may not have...

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Cherish The Moments


Cherish the moments that life has to give
For you to remember as long as you live
Memories are all that shall ever remain
Of moments...

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I have never been to Calvary Nor trod Jerusalem’s path
I did not suffer the crown of thorns nor felt the Roman’s wrath
I did not see...

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"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"

15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies...

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Freedom of space in time 
Left with only sadness
I only have vibes for gladness
trapped in the world of madness
slavery got me behind
the wings of the...

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On Being Eighty

Do not smile and pat me on the head
Because I’m eighty
Do not treat me as though I were a child
Because I’m eighty
Do not...

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Here lies Bea At a hundred and three
In the place she vowed She’d never be
She always swore She’d never die
Till all who bugged her
In the...

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Who is that woman
That follows me around
She mimics everything I do
But she doesn't make a sound
She looks somewhat like me
 More mature I must confess
Although...

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For Francine Robersts contest....Pick A Beverage




I once drank a glass of champagne
Then ran naked into the rain
I love all the bubbles
But it caused so much...

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On My Eighty Fifth Birthday

Another Birthday…I’m still alive
Never thought that I’d survive
To the ripe old age of Eighty Five!
But here I am…feisty still
Even though I’m...

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Vanity…Thy Name Is Woman!

My house is on fire
What shall I do
I’ve seconds to decide
My choices are few
Shall I grab my money
My precious jewels
Or my brand...

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Cancer
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Wild Child
T. C. Boyle -
Told Victor's story.
Lived, aged, died at years forty. 
Teacher and pupil both - failed. 
Child from wild - no wild from...

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The lights are slowly dimming 
The curtain's going up 
The stage-hands take their places 
The scenery's all set-up 
The Orchestra is waiting 
For the Conductor...

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