Best Purloined Poems
like a night fairy
you invaded
my side of the room
stealing my coffee
hot handed
like the money
with which it was procured
selling poetry
composed with heart
and sore fingers
holding ballpoint pen
put together
the old fashioned way
carrying the books
everywhere I go
asking anyone interested
to buy a copy
now thanks to you
I have to purchase more
of this daily necessity
with what is left
in my wallet
Prompted by Tom Cunningham's poem 'If Only Dreams Came True.' A reverie about the demise of Putin. Thanks for the inspiration, Tom.
Tis true that sometimes history is repeated
Putin and Rasputin were cruel and conceited
Both were quite licentious
Vulgar and pretentious
One now lies dead, the other must be defeated
Rasputin was a political saboteur
A diabolical trait of Vlad's, to be sure
Despised by his own nation
Death by assassination
A more barbarous death for Putin, I'd prefer
Now his broken tail bone is in need of repair
I hope he's worried and wary, because I swear
My anesthetizing gas
Would rid the world of his ass
Fulfilling the prayers of people everywhere
Natural
The party was well planned. Fun and games would be had. Mom spent many long days making candy goodies for bro's special day. Finally, the day came. Outside, my brother's friends ran and played party games. Inside the playhouse, sat Lifesaver works of art. The candies looked so cute. Some looked like little boats. Others just like wee planes. For, when the big boys' games would end, they would partake in Lifesavers and cake. Yet, the plans would be spoiled, as the wee boy's tum filled with candies that were hid in a playhouse, by mom. The boy, to avoid harm, mutely left the crime scene. Caught by a mom too smart, would she cut out his heart?
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The party was well planned.
Fun and games would be had.
Mom spent many long days
making candy goodies
for my bro's special day.
Finally, the day came.
Outside, my brother's friends
ran and played party games.
Inside the playhouse, sat
Lifesaver works of art.
The candies looked so cute.
Some were like little boats.
Others just like wee planes.
For when the big boys' games
would end, they would partake
in Lifesavers and cake.
Yet, the plans would be spoiled,
as a wee boy's tum filled
with candies that were hid
in a playhouse, by mom.
The boy, to avoid harm,
mutely left the crime scene.
Caught by a mom too smart,
Would she cut out his heart?
After all these years
it's my belief
based on experience
time is a thief
all wounds it heals
they say but in truth
it took my looks
purloined my zeal
and stole my youth
no matter the cost
come what may
I'm at a loss
what can I expect today
a past that won't last
or linger longer any more
and with or without me
life goes on as before
when at large guilty as charged
stealing's a sin nicking a crime
to make it stick it admits as shown
it's known as 'the nick of time'