Best Have A Blast Poems

Sometimes I wonder.........
Where will I be when I get old
Who will love me for my soul
Thoughts of loneliness cross my mind
Am I running out of time?
It’s so scary in this desolate place 
Staring out a window into space
What have I done during my time here...

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Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint,
about a wild man that was never a saint.
A life that raced into darkness in such haste,
never seeing the coming misery and waste!

There were hills of thrills to happily scale
never thinking of either heaven...

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When I sit alone with my memories

My mind drifts back to the early 60s

When folk music was all the rage

The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul and Mary

The Brothers Four, The Limelighters, The Kingston Trio

The Canadiana Folksingers... who?????

A six member group called The Canadiana Folksingers

Included myself...

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Fear of rejection can come to us all
Feeling alone like facing the wall
All the outside just staring in
If only they could see what is within 
Not feeling the spirit from all around 
Just want to hide, open up the ground!

Rejection can come in many forms
From...

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True friends these days are really hard to find
No one does anything for anyone, ulterior motive on their mind
Help because you want to just to be kind
Not because you feel you can't decline

A true friend can say anything without fear
And a true friend won't be...

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Winning contests pleases folk;
Losing makes ‘em shrug.
Write a lot and go for broke;
Get that writing bug.

Try new forms and have a blast;
Enter, have a ball.
Nothing wrong with coming last;
Laugh about it all.

for Joe’s I just can’t win contest
Using the 7/5 trochee, a form created by...

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Friday night's here at last ...lets have a blast.
Teenagers dash to discos ...ready to dance
to throbbing beats  and combo drums
rythm and blues....kicked off shoes
as rock and roll  pours out the heat..

Swaying along... couples dance and sing
swinging to the beat ...that's everything.
reggae to hip...

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It's been two months since I wrote
I promised myself I'll put it on a post it note
Words won't come out I've been choked
Someone call the police my mind has commented a crime
Sitting weeping in my spare time
Pain flipped my life like a dime
My first love...

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Last night I had a long and restless night,     
I  couldn't sleep, I tried with all my might.

I couldn't get the “ phrase 24 hrs out of my head,
so next thing you know I stumbled out of my bed.

And I...

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I told myself to calm down-ish
Don't be annoyed by the clownish
Actions of your old ex
When he tried to show and flex
His muscles to other women
And the sweetness he is givin'
Trying to make your jealous heart
Start to cry and fall apart
Thinking he is being missed
His actions...

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Simple Musings By A Southern Poet, 
Part One


Lips of honey glisten like dew

does life listen when one begs

a drink, yes just a snort or two

until one can not feel their legs,

marvelous the smell of winter's breath

fireplace warmth, so snugly inside

yes, one can truly so fear...

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Come and stay we urged them.
We’ll have a blast!
We did not have blast.
They came two days too early.
We were prepared in no way.
Worst visit ever.
Last one also....

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I wrote this random rap song just yesterday! Have a blast, reading it! :D
"We shall all be like magnets,
Connecting to God's Laws in perfect symmetry 
We shall all shine as the sun,
Glorifying the son of God in perfection and ecstasy 
We shall all master the...

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How I Met My Hubby (Summer 1955 ~ using 1950s slang)

I answered the horn—it was my friend, Bobby.
He told me he knows someone I might dig,
and he’d like me to cast an eyeball on him!
He said he is very earthbound and hep!
So, I told him,...

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A misconception is the tale
that witches wear such evil faces
That we should dread October's spell
or cloudy nights, and creepy spaces

A wart-nosed witch that rides a broom
is not the girl who lives next door
who hides away, some lonely room
She may be fair, she may be more...

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