Friends Rhyme Poems

When one hits pay-dirt
How far can this go

The thrill in success is habit forming
Success becoming currency of the day’s blo'

Materialism playing a heavy hand as...

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At the slightest cry, we rush to give,  
But what of those whose pain won’t live  
In vocal words or audible plea? ...

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My mom's children numbered four, 
so, when she went to the grocery store,
she filled the cart up and then some more, 
and complained to her...

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The last couple of times we’ve had dinner with our family I have been enthralled
as we sit and talk around the table…by all the names...

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Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping.
She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking.

They lived out...

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In the sixties every single Friday evening was TV fright night
We preteens sat in front of the screen with friends, terrified all right
What we saw...

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Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day.

Yet not all love returns our call,
some stand near just to let us fall.

Love is...

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Those we love don't go away
They walk beside us every day
They assure us telling- “Fear not, 
We’ll abide with you and never desert”

They may not...

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Cecelia was a new person in town to see
about the rooms for rent with availability.
This woman came to start a car rental company.
It would serve...

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Staring at my reflection, 
In a future projection, 
Standing at the intersection, 
Where I change my perception, 
I see the correction, 
As I choose my...

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The distance between you all and I can be so painful
Sitting in traffic to be with you can be so meaningful
It's a bitter sweet feeling...

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Johnny's parents owned a bakery, selling cakes and yummy confections.
Though only nine-years-old, Johnny showed interest, asking questions.
 
He was soon making tasty cookies, to the...

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I don’t suppose you’ll worry 
Till the conflicts on your door
The world wounds are now festering
No longer just a sore. 

Lift up your arms to...

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I don’t suppose you’ll worry 
Till the conflicts on your door
The world wounds are now festering
No longer just a sore. 

Lift up your arms to...

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We are the miestanders, a super proud religious group
almost thicker than friends in a traveling circus troupe
we wrote our own Bible; we’ve formed our own...

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