Sequel Poems - Poems about Sequel

One of my first poems resurfaces in my mind as I recall my beginnings as a Poet I reminisce about peaceful times when Peace and Harmony were plentiful, bountiful It's amazing how things can filter through your thoughts causing emotions that surreptitiously cement your current actions It is all one big joy ride that convalesces through existential surroundings bound by convictions that put you in a place that is calm, serene...

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Dodgers in five. Yankee fans weep. Four times Freddie Freeman went deep. We hope to see you here again, this time next year. Duke and Mickey go back to sleep....

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Jailed for the will to be jailed Kids shouldn’t play with fire But they do, and of course they fail In full conscious of mad desire What now, will you write a sequel To Servantes’s Don Quixote Lots of tyres around every mill A borsch with pampushka you’ve got There’ll be Ursula of Brussels The lady you wish to know better There’ll be...

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This is a serious question, I don't want to cause a stink, but how can you really tell when you're out of invisible ink? Scientists ask great questions. They don't do it for a lark. We know about the speed of light so, what's the speed of dark? The car mechanic called me while I was eating some clam chowder. He said I can't fix...

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Yesterday I posted a poem about our Volkswagen mailbox- on which Deborah painted symbols of flowers, butterflies and a dove It’s our subtle way of stating we hope for a world filled with peace and love. When we finally mounted out mailbox with its variety of bright colors- reds blues yellow’s and pinks we couldn’t wait for Eric our...

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. ...hers still wraps 'round mine like the noodle loving my back tug'n on my tresses even as i speak through mine tap tap tap me ')...

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Written By: D. Collins 10/12/23 Is depriving people of food, fuel, and water genocide? With no reporters in Gaza and the world lets it slide. It is easy to look away as if a slaughter isn’t about to happen. The reason I know it so, is because it’s happened since 1947. Does bulldozing homes sound like war to any...

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Yesterday’s blessing came from Charles Darwin who, you may remember, expressed it far better than I can…. when he said: The love of all living creatures is the most noble attribute of man…. And I spoke for Mr. Darwin when I said knew through evolution he would be remiss If he didn’t add women and LGBTQIA+ people to that list. I didn’t add...

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Another mass shooting…this one in Texas…I don’t remember exactly when because the days all run together…and there’s been 6 more since then. We’re on a pace to break the record for mass shootings in one year… which means there’s no place in this country we can walk into…without fear. It’s sad to think when we go to school, the...

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Gather 'round me, my dears, I'll continue the tale Of a princess and her pirate lover. Of her crown unencumbered, They pillaged and plundered As they wandered the seven seas over. Crimes maritime were elating And invigorating 'til Jack noticed a bulge in her tummy. The princess first was offended, But then she comprehended He would soon be a dad, she a mommy. Two months later, one...

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Who's that swell-dressed, well-developed lady Struttin' round the old North Pole? Well, bless my soul! That's Mrs. Santa. You'd hardly recognize her. Lookin' like a million-dollar baby, Heatin' up the cold North Pole. Back in control, That's Mrs. Santa. She's had a transformation. She was always short and plump but pretty, Matronly, a "six" at best. But after just a month in New York City, She came back...

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A sequel To My testimony Written By: Miracle Man 9/8/2022 Once my test had come and passed, the memory of one young nurse remains. I related to Ericka God’s hand in my life, how He had released me from sin’s chains. Sometimes my test meant death facing, and I am what I am only by His grace. I’ll let my life be the...

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My first day talking to the creators would be filled with question about nature whose answers I’ve long awaited…the second day I’d start with nature then begin asking about the humans they created. Why create a world so beautiful…why go to such extremes…such pains… then create forces of destruction…like earthquakes, tornadoes…and hurricanes? In this beautiful world you created…where...

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Yesterday, on my morning walk, (as usual…this happens by chance) I wrote a poem about nature… and her language of romance. It was a short poem that I finished early… (I don’t mean to gloat) so I took the time left walking to read the words I wrote. I wrote about the birds in the sky and the creatures that...

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