Our tiers mummify the air
Our blood mummifies the soil
Our eyes purify aware
Our lives purify from toil
Your tears purify the air
Your blood purifies the soil
Your eyes mummify aware
Your lives mummify from toil
Top and middle
The milie in a mind
Versus the mile on a day
A born catastrophe must? End
Beginning from only clothes on your body
Obstruction exists
A commodity may not be created for you
You must provide shelter and civilization
Alone
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I sat apart from life, too weary to live,
Even the breath I owed, I refused to give.
The curse of the world is rightful on me,
I thinned the trees, not the flowers to be.
In the end, the mind grows tired of love’s flame,
I made a firefly my partner in name.
Whatever the cause, it stands as a crime,
I drowned the swimmer in ocean’s prime.
You bartered away the hope of peace true,
And left the heart idle, absorbed in love’s hue.
S-ociety
O-f
U-nlisted
P-oets
There's not to many left
But we have been around
Got our share of those N A's
And feeling Kinda down
So we looked to one another
Then we looked down at the list
Some were disappointed
Still others were just P***ed
So I now just propose
That we make another list
for all those Veteran poets
The ones they seem to miss
Chorus
The Society Of Unlisted Poets
Is what we'll call this site
You can count on S.O.U.P.
To do what you knows right
Instrumental
Why are all the same poets
Just seem to shift around
No new top ten writers
Are never ever found
So we looked to one another
Then we looked down at the list
Some were disappointed
Still others were just P***ed
So I now just propose
That we make another list
for all those Veteran poets
The ones they seem to miss
Chorus
The Society Of Unlisted Poets
Is what we'll call this site
You can count on S.O.U.P.
To do what you knows right
my castle is twenty-six foot high in the top of two cottonwood trees
My daddy made it for me, he called it a tree house, but it is my fort.
My refuge, my camouflage, my hearth, my home.
I can sit here all day with a pillow, a swig of water and seven books.
I would make it eleven books, but the library is chintzy.
They will only allow me to check out seven a day.
My castle is where I go when I want to remember the best days of my childhood.
Summer days, when I could do what I wanted when I wanted.
though it has been fifty years, I can hear neighbor’s voices, and I smile.
Remembering their conversations, their arguments, their personalities.
I will never have a castle any better than this.
Sat on the ferryboat, up on the top,
Soaking the sun and the breeze.
Seeing the city a different way,
Like a tourist, there’s so much to please.
Cool buildings to spot and New Yorkers about,
On foot or on bikes or on skates,
With gardens and trees, dogs on leashes, as well
As the seagulls aloft with their mates.
The palpable buzz of a sweet sunny day
As the ferry skips over the waves
Casts a magical spell on the riders, which I
Would imagine most everyone craves.
top of the morning
the sky is winking at you
open wide your eyes
If your choice is to climb the higher hill
You’ll need more supplies and a stronger will
For as you climb supplies will diminish
And some will be needed when you finish
If you’re looking for fun and a small thrill
You’ll find it better to choose a small hill
Choose one you can top in just a short span
With several trails up you won’t need a plan
Remember to stop if you need a rest
It isn’t a race and sure not a test
Also remember to take you a snack
Or you will get hungry when you start back
For those that went higher you paid your due
You topped the high hill you get the best view
spotted burclover
miniature three leaf blossoms
decorate meadow
leprechaun friendly
is that his little top hat
i kneel closer
Be Told
What worth a thousand
Can't be attained with hundreds
To know the degree
You must measure
To get to the top of a tree
You have to climb it.
Stay bold
If you're working on it
It will surely work out
When you give it your all
There must be an outcome
Even if not immediately but it's certain.
Take hold
A race can never be won
By standing
When the pistol
Had been fired
If you don't begin
You will never get to the endpoint.
Antique ceiling tiles were shaking loose
I had a birds eye view of what would
be normal in this type of barn
the science of love is in
ones willingness to be loved
in such willingness one
includes their needs wants and
reputation
not wanting to be involved due
to association to others
might be enough
to reduce the feelings
and dissolve a relationship..
In poreparation for love
might two fdefined goals and simularities
mature emotionally
develop self awarness and socail
awarness
assocation will people
who resect the coulpe
and respect each person as an indivdaul
it steeps into respect
don't be afraid to experiment
with different approaches.
finding new freinds may lead you into
loving and liking new genres
technequies and proper focusing
The day is bright
Behind us is the night
The sun smiles
Kindness in endless piles
Trees, flowers and bees alike
Our hearts beat to the same strike
Yesterday's pains, sharp as a cry
Dissolve like the stars when the dawn burns them high!
Sex on the beach time
*
Served up in the noonday sun
*
More than just a drink
*
Black top was miles and miles away
Dirt road as far as you could see
The future just a minute away
Was everything you wanted it to be
Taking our time but not slowing down
Heads in the clouds, bare feet on the ground
Up with the sun, chasing the moon around
Dirt road living with a real country sound
The black top was miles away
The dirt road was here to stay
Or so we thought
In younger days
Hand me down clothes and used cars
Knowing right from wrong wasn’t so hard
Sunday School and parties at the lake
Life like this is too damn real to fake
We were young on that old dirt road
Didn’t listen to half the things we were told
Fishing poles and twenty-twos
Cowboy boots and tennis shoes
The black top was miles away
The dirt road was here to stay
Or so we thought
In younger days
On a dirt road we were living wild
Free and being nature’s child
Free and living nature wild
Black top was miles away
Thought that life would stay
But the dirt road has gone away
And though the black top’s here today
My heart still runs that dirt road way
The black top was miles away
So very very far away…and the dirt road…
Goes on forever
In my heart
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