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Premium Member Tyler and the Beast

Beasty was a monstrous dog,
An Irish Wolfhound he.
If you saw him bounding towards you,
You'd likely turn and flee.

One day while he was walking 'bout,
He came upon a fight.
Some bigger boys were roughing up,
A small lad gripped with fright.

He recognized the little boy,
As his neighbor, Tyler Green.
A low growl formed in Beasty's throat,
How dare they treat Tyler mean.

Beasty charged into the fray,
His barking fierce and loud.
The bullies squealed and ran away,
Leaving the small boy cowed.

With gentle steps and wagging tail,
Beasty approached the frightened lad.
Then promptly gave his face a lick,
Causing Tyler to smile a tad.

Throwing his arms around the huge dog's neck,
And hugging with all his might,
Tyler thanked the beast for saving him,
And putting the bullies to flight.

Tyler and Beasty became great friends,
Though an odd looking couple they made.
A slight little boy and a monstrous dog,
It was fun watching them as they played.


6/20/13
For Seren's "Little Lad, Big Dog" contest

Premium Member Tyler Soccer Player

Once upon a time, there was a boy called Tyler playing with his soccer ball. He was a ten years old boy with black hair and green eyes.  Every afternoon, Tyler played with his friends, imaging they were famous soccer ball players playing in a stadium. Near Tyler's house was a river with rapid streams.  Tyler's mom, Debra, advised him and his friends to do not play near the river.  

One day, as a challenge, a friend of Tyler told him to play near the river.  Tyler disobeyed his mom warning, and went to play near the river. Tyler slided and fell 
in the river. He had a dog called Lolita, who started barking. Debra heard the
barkings coming from the river area. Tyler was grabbed to a rock. Debra rescued him from the river. Tyler promised to his mother to never play again near the river. 

Ten years has passed. Tyler is now twenty years old. His dream came true. He was a succesful soccer player known worlwide. Five years later, he met a young lady called Heather. After one year of dating, they married. Two years later, when Tyler was twenty years old, Heather had a baby boy called Spencer.  Fiveteen years later, when Spencer was fiveteen years old and Tyler, fourty three years old, Spencer was a famous soccer player as his father. 

The End


4-23-2016

Tyler, Sunday Morning

Dark as a demon, but with the soul of
an angel, he's a Portuguese Water 
Dog who's never been to sea, but, as 
he oughta, he loves water, and highly
proprietary when you're watching 
TV, downtime is shared, so it's his paw
on your foot, or else it's his head. 
Morning ablutions, one leg in the air, 
he waters a thicket, which wakes up a 
cricket who begins to sing. The world 
is his lavatory. Noblesse Obligatory. 
It's a Water Dog thing.

                   for my granddog...
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.


Liv Tyler

oh lady goodness
bring back gweniveer to me
stay a horse,patches

Tyler

No one likes you.
We hate you.
No one loves you.
You might as well go kill yourself.
No one will even miss you once you're gone....

Why tell someone these things?
What good does that bring you?
Does it make you feel big and strong?

It makes you do the devil's work.
It makes you the coward, the weakling.
Let him be.
Let him be him just like he lets you be you.

As he crawls inside of himself to discover who he is,
Others bring the weight of the boundless universe upon him, upon his fortress.
His inner sanctuary is within himself, yet each day the narrowing hallway is elongating.
It's getting harder and harder for him to reach.
He cuts himself open, slice by slice, trying to make the hallway bigger.
He's a little guy, always has been, yet he can't seem to fit anymore.

The echoing laughter in his head is making it unbearable.
He can't even think anymore because the menacing outsiders won't let him.
He's thrown out into the cold on a daily basis.
He sits alone everywhere he goes because he's too timid to show the real him,
And no one seems to care.
They point and whisper, mock and stare.
The words that smack him leave bruises of every hue on his face,
His face he forces a smile upon when his parents ask, "So Tyler, how was school today?"
When will it all go away?...

Well you've gotten exactly what you've wanted.
He's gone now.
Are you happy?
Has his walk into the peace of God made you feel any better?
Do you see his family anymore?
Do you think they feel any better?
They should.
No one loved him right? No one would miss him you said?
Well I miss him.
Think about the inner world of bliss that lies within us all.
Will you yourself ever reach that place now?....

Kids and Tyler

He sings so sweetly, my puppies perk
Up their ears. They love my grandkid
As much as I do. Larry opened the door
And Tyler ran in. He asked me why my
Treadmill was dusty. I said it's nice
Outside, so I prefer to walk. Then he
Asked for a Coke. I said it's in the
Fridge. His daddy got him a blue cup.
Gary's explaining the new stuff on a
Computer Diedra gave me. Michelle's
Offices are like mine. She's like me.


Rip Tyler

You were twenty and about to graduate college when you made a fatal mistake! Two days ago i lost you and was reminded of what i should appreciate. The memories that we share hold the most value in my possession! This insight i describe came from the lord i shared in my poem on poetry soup. It was called expression! My dad shared you called at age ten and gave your heart to the lord! You were taken to soon but now you have no pain and gain with christ your reward. You will never be forgot because you were in my past and present in my soul. I love you my dear cousin see you when my days grow to be old. We will meet again and share my first time in heaven as we did at disney universal. Sorry if this poem is abrupt. I wasn't  planning a rehearsal.  He was my cousin and died at age twenty two. RIP Tyler Stiles  and my love always and my prayers too  anyone who has lost someone. If your reading this i mean you!

Premium Member Tippy Canoe and Tyler Too

Tippy Canoe and Tyler too
Gray rabbit is on top with attitude, spots overdue
Red rhino steadies him as he leans
Balancing a blue ball, which is filled with beans

Rocket ship is kind of in the middle
played by a panda who is never second fiddle
they are all riding across the lake on a tan canoe
decorated by the busy gnomes from Timbuktu

1-23-10 I Feel You On My Skin [r.I.P Jacob Tyler Schmidt ]

i can feel you on my skin
your soothing me, 
your angel wings brushing my shoulder blades,
your wiping my tears away,
soothing my fears away,
i feel your lips, just gently brushing mine, 
i can feel you on my skin
your rubbing my heart,
warming me from the inside,
your my love, more-so then my lover,
i can feel you on my skin
i close my eyes,
and i see you in my mind,
hovering over my shoulders,
your face beside mine,
i can feel you on my skin
your whispering,
please dont leave yet,
my mistake,
i love you, 
please dont go,
i can feel you on my skin
i wipe away my eyes,
wipe away the blood from my flesh,
suprise, suprise,
i cant win,
but at least i can feel you on my skin

In the time of martyrs

My heart is racked with so much pain
For one who garnered admiration and disdain
A man whose love for country did outpour
A man who loved his Savior more
His values went against the grain
He stood for all that’s moral and sane
His calling? To proclaim the truth
To ignorant and misguided youth
He taught God’s love and never hate
But his political incorrectness sealed his fate
A fiend of hate from the party of love
Was ready to kill when push came to shove
He was far too evil to agree to disagree
So he shot Kirk dead before his family. 
From the party of love came nothing but cheers
Validation, threats, mockery, and jeers
Because tolerant is a wonderful thing to be
Lest it is a truth for which you disagree
But what can you expect these days in the West
Where only degenerates truly know best?
Where the only approved speech is shibboleth
And penalty for speaking the truth is death
Farbeit that Kirk will die for naught
There is still a holy war to be fought
No matter the cost, I will be brave
For the only place for the righteous is the grave.
© Lord Bard  Create an image from this poem.

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