To enter some of the poetry contests
you would need an English degree.
Even dear old Shakespeare
would be confused,
and put down his quill and leave.
I am not a lover of plastic flowers,
Because they are not real
They have no fragrance
Which makes them lose their appeal,
I would not appreciate a bouquet,
Of plastic flowers,
I'd rather have life bloom
In my vase or flower pot
To admire for hours
Real flowers
Whose perfume, colour and form
Uplift my heart and soul
When they adorn
My table, the flowers console
My anxious mind,
And put my worries on hold
Real flowers, upright flowers
Natural, Magnificent, Beautiful, Bold
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
Working out like a fool every day
Wait till the girlies get a load of this bod
My gorgeous physique on display
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
Girlies will want to slurp from my bowl
Trying to get in on some of the action
“Hang on now, show some control!”
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
They'll all get a piece sooner or later
Surely can understand their excitement
I'll soon be one pumped up operator
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
Alway knew I had animal magnetism
But I've taken that to a whole new level
Complimenting charm with witticism
Puff! Puff! Puff! Gonna get real buff
Working with the weights, a real jock
Soon be on the cover of “Muscle Power”
Great physique and abs like a rock!
(chuckle)
Aloft in once pure blue,
form strings of yellow hue -
pollutant see-o-two.
Man's abuse going on.
Dumping fossil carbon.
More filthy pollution.
Six miles up it is seen.
The sky a crisscross scene
from tax free kerosene.
EARNED PRAISE. FALSE FLATTERY.
I used to be an idealist
Now I have become
A realist with ideals
Strange , be it Christmas so
No picture card snow
Reindeer, not here
Elves and sleigh
No way
There are drunks and drugs
Fighting thugs
Try as hard
Not the qualities required for a Christmas card
Happy Christmas to all and dear
My resolution, to be a bit more realistic and throw away rose coloured spectacles
In the new year
Lets’ Get Real
10-05-1998
When you open your eyes in the morning and the sun shines on your face
Have you ever thought of how this world got so full of hate?
s you notice the beauty of the morning sky and all the day may hold.
Have you measured your life and look to see
If you walk as you have been told?
A better generation we are supposed to be
But a better generation must be raised up from our seed.
We are children having children, with plans for a better way.
Our children will reap the harvest that we have sown today.
The only way to stop the fear that’s coming on our kids.
Is change the way we’re living
And walk as Jesus did.
the real you is what i want the world to finally see. that cold-hearted person who really
doesnt care. who cant help but notice my down falls and my flaws . to always voice your
opinion about how much u waste your time on me . how perfect you are to the public eye but
imperfect in our relationship.show the world that human that uses the word love to control
and feels that putting your hands on me is yourway to show that i have a place and should
be kept THERE GET REAL