Not young anymore
My muscles are tight and weak
I don't want to die
Actions may thunder, but my words ignite,
A blade of wisdom, cutting sharper than might.
Not just whispers, but a raging inferno,
Lighting the world with the spark of the wise.
They lift, they strain, their muscles implore,
While I wield knowledge, a much sharper tool.
Strength is fleeting, a flicker, a spark,
While ideas burn bright, a light in the dark.
Every page turned is a fortress I build,
Each lesson a weapon, each thought finely milled.
They train for the battle, but I script the war,
A tactician of intellect, feared to the core.
They flex, they brawl, their power shakes ground,
Yet time is their rival—strength won’t rebound.
Flesh withers, bones crack, but my wisdom remains,
An empire of insight, not bound by chains.
So let them swing, let them roar and fight,
While I conquer in silence, yet shine just as bright.
For might may crumble, but mind reigns long,
It's brain over brawn—that is true.
Falling for you is so easy to do.
In my most private thoughts and heart I burn
just to feel intimate closeness to you.
And then for just a brief moment I yearn
for the certain answer, "Will you be true?"
Just as easily, I fell for you, too.
Add my thoughts to your fire and feel it burn -
from outside to inside and straight on through.
Erase that brief moment from your concern.
Only to you, shall I always be true.
I frequently sing of your strength and brawn,
seek the security of your embrace
to hold me so tightly until the dawn
before you soar far away without trace.
"Will you be mine?” is the line I have drawn.
.
You light my heart like the sun lights the dawn,
as I gaze upon your beautiful face,
the prettiest the sun has shone upon.
Your place in my life no one can replace.
Trust me fully, and your line will be gone.
Sam and Twitch, two partner cops
bust the bad guys in the chops
they found corruption
and much disruption
in the NYPD shops
Sam was big, and loud, and gruff
with criminals, he was rough
tendency to curse
sometimes even worse
he’s the first to call a bluff
Where Sam was brawn, Twitch was smart
Angles were his state-of-art
twin pistols twirling
steady aim sterling
simple logic off-the-chart
With Al, confronted evil
sometimes causing upheaval
finding rotten cops
pulling out the stops
integrity retrieval
Their story stops in interrupt
as sales were not up to snuff
sadly the tale ends
without fair amends
their end was much too abrupt.
A-n ant though small has brains,
M-en on one hand have brawny arms;
E-ven if men have big muscles
L-ots of them little ant harms.
B-eautiful lady likes shrewdness,
R-ecognizing sense and reason;
O-n twenty-third September,
N-ice to prefer brains over brawn.
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