Short Agin Poems

Paul Cezanne wasa little obsessed
perhaps a consequence of stress
Painting Mont St Victoire agin&again
as a wy of releasing artistic pain...

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the love of my life,
Forever and a light year,
before me he stands,
then gone without a notice,
never agin to see him,
but i still love thee....

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POEMS 10 SHE IS 




SHE IS SOME ONE WONDERFUL. 

SHE IS A QUEEN TO LOVE. 

SHE IS SOME ONE TO WALKS ONCE AGIN. 

SHE IS AN WOMAN TO LOVE. 






MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR...

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As of today Jacko wants you to be aware
No more pussy footin' around, c'est la guerre
Are y'all wit me or agin me
Must choose or better flee
This time mean business, so get off you butt and declare...

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I am just wondering how life would be 
now there is no you and me
I hope to work things out 
I realy should have no doubts 
so I am just wondering how life would be
hopeing that there will once agin be a you and me...

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O, that I could fly again
  on winged feet of youth
The feats that I would dare again
  dangerous, in truth...

As I pause to sigh agin
  memories dance before my eyes
maidens fair, adventure stirring
  whispers vanished, so alluring...

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Challenged
        And under-defeated
He braced,
        Turnbuckle against his spine

Nervous
       And over-perturbed
He bounced,
       Mat against his heel

Champion
        And agin-heavyweight
He sparred,
        Air against his fist...

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push and play
tease and toy
break through my shell
make me come out
show me what I miss
what I could have
coax me 
get me to play
tease me and see my joy
watch me become me
with out inhibitions
teach me to play agin
and you'll see how I was
before all the fears...

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here we go agin 
what do I get myself in 
once more I've got her crying
I gess I burn myself 
let me fly away 
fry out through the day 
melt away to no where 
what is that moon beam 
in green eyes 
my goddess in hur 
let me fly away 
my hart beat day by day 
to hur sweat warmth...

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Hold up your wine glass,
Appreciate your friends,
Prpose your reselotions,
Primp up your spirit,
Your new year awaits

Never agin the same year,so,
Everybody blow your whistel,
When the cock hits twelve.

You and I,
Engadged in excitment as we awaits,
At the exact moment,
Ringing our bells at midnight....

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The grace he once showed,
Have's gone away,
The smile he had can light up the room,
It's gone forever and a day his light-hearted spirt,
Is now  heavy with despair?
He's dying, for someone to notice him,
But he just pretends it's fine
He looks up once agin now,
come on eagle; take me home,
I'm ready to go......

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There was a young Scots lass named Lilt
Who wondered, “What’s under Mac’s kilt?”
She asked him politely,
He answered contritely,
“It used to be braw but it’s wilt”.

There was a young Scotsman named Vin,
A wench tossed a coin with a grin.
He hoisted his kilt,
Said,  "Keep yer wee gilt -
I forgaw ma knickers agin!"

March 8, 2021...

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Now and then,
It goes agin,
The grain within my bein',
  
How those "within",
Can judge the sin,
Of lives they think less meanin'.

Before ye deign,
To judge again,
Ye'd best make one thing certain;

Make sure ye know,
Afore the show,
It's not yerself yer hurtin'.

For all ye say,
Comes home one day,
And every word ye'll pay for.

Make sure ye know,
Afore the show,
That ye won't mind an encore....

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A cowboy without love is as lonesome as a lone dove
Always dreaming an sending prayers to the man above
Long dusty hard days as the dust settles down theirs no love around
She visits his mind from time to time as the one that got away
She's goin like the wind it can turn his sunny day gray
He says in his head she'll be back one day 
I love you my love till we ride agin with our houses in the wind
It shall be the bests of days kiss an holding you hers my cowboy prayer till that day...

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I look at the sky, and ponder.
Will I see him again.
He was more then a father,
He was more then a friend.
He was their in my beginning,
But not at my end.
I never told him Thank You,
but I think he knew.

I'm older now, and I understand.
He did his job, he made me a man.

I look in the mirror, and ponder,
Will I see him again.
His image comes back for me to see,
He's gone. So how can this be?

I gaze in the mirror,
And I began to see.
He's not gone, 
He's the man in Me!...

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