The sun hangs low on familiar streets,
Golden light on memories sweet.
Laughter echoes through the evening air,
A season of freedom beyond compare.
This summer feels different, caught in between,
Not quite who I was, not yet what I’ll be.
A suitcase waits by my bedroom door,
Filled with dreams and so much more.
There are tears for the friends I’ll leave behind,
And excitement for the future I hope to find.
New roads, new faces, and skies unknown,
A chance to discover a life of my own.
As autumn paints the trees in gold,
I’ll carry the stories my hometown told.
Though change may come with a bittersweet call,
I’ll step forward with courage into the fall.
She’s so cold
At art and artist
She’s so cold
At painting and drawing
Shes so cold.
Drinkwear and tablesets
Make her gown fit nice
On the weekends she parties
then sits home and
sleeps and
drinks and
cleans and
floors swept.
Somebody told her once that
she was beautiful
but then wrote
a beautiful poem
to complete the story.
Black and white
circadian flow
to knock out the
way things go.
My lover is Tyler Durden
Only cared for me when I handed him wealth
And once he wiped my tears away
But several times he faded away
Only when I needed him the most
So I shoved his suitcase out of my doorway
And threw him onto the cold streets
Because I came to the realization
Men with two sides aren't worth marrying
My heart is racked with so much pain
For one who garnered admiration and disdain
A man whose love for country did outpour
A man who loved his Savior more
His values went against the grain
He stood for all that’s moral and sane
His calling? To proclaim the truth
To ignorant and misguided youth
He taught God’s love and never hate
But his political incorrectness sealed his fate
A fiend of hate from the party of love
Was ready to kill when push came to shove
He was far too evil to agree to disagree
So he shot Kirk dead before his family.
From the party of love came nothing but cheers
Validation, threats, mockery, and jeers
Because tolerant is a wonderful thing to be
Lest it is a truth for which you disagree
But what can you expect these days in the West
Where only degenerates truly know best?
Where the only approved speech is shibboleth
And penalty for speaking the truth is death
Farbeit that Kirk will die for naught
There is still a holy war to be fought
No matter the cost, I will be brave
For the only place for the righteous is the grave.
Tippy Canoe and Tyler too
Gray rabbit is on top with attitude, spots overdue
Red rhino steadies him as he leans
Balancing a blue ball, which is filled with beans
Rocket ship is kind of in the middle
played by a panda who is never second fiddle
they are all riding across the lake on a tan canoe
decorated by the busy gnomes from Timbuktu
You were twenty and about to graduate college when you made a fatal mistake! Two days ago i lost you and was reminded of what i should appreciate. The memories that we share hold the most value in my possession! This insight i describe came from the lord i shared in my poem on poetry soup. It was called expression! My dad shared you called at age ten and gave your heart to the lord! You were taken to soon but now you have no pain and gain with christ your reward. You will never be forgot because you were in my past and present in my soul. I love you my dear cousin see you when my days grow to be old. We will meet again and share my first time in heaven as we did at disney universal. Sorry if this poem is abrupt. I wasn't planning a rehearsal. He was my cousin and died at age twenty two. RIP Tyler Stiles and my love always and my prayers too anyone who has lost someone. If your reading this i mean you!
Beasty was a monstrous dog,
An Irish Wolfhound he.
If you saw him bounding towards you,
You'd likely turn and flee.
One day while he was walking 'bout,
He came upon a fight.
Some bigger boys were roughing up,
A small lad gripped with fright.
He recognized the little boy,
As his neighbor, Tyler Green.
A low growl formed in Beasty's throat,
How dare they treat Tyler mean.
Beasty charged into the fray,
His barking fierce and loud.
The bullies squealed and ran away,
Leaving the small boy cowed.
With gentle steps and wagging tail,
Beasty approached the frightened lad.
Then promptly gave his face a lick,
Causing Tyler to smile a tad.
Throwing his arms around the huge dog's neck,
And hugging with all his might,
Tyler thanked the beast for saving him,
And putting the bullies to flight.
Tyler and Beasty became great friends,
Though an odd looking couple they made.
A slight little boy and a monstrous dog,
It was fun watching them as they played.
6/20/13
For Seren's "Little Lad, Big Dog" contest
Dark as a demon, but with the soul of
an angel, he's a Portuguese Water
Dog who's never been to sea, but, as
he oughta, he loves water, and highly
proprietary when you're watching
TV, downtime is shared, so it's his paw
on your foot, or else it's his head.
Morning ablutions, one leg in the air,
he waters a thicket, which wakes up a
cricket who begins to sing. The world
is his lavatory. Noblesse Obligatory.
It's a Water Dog thing.
for my granddog...
He sings so sweetly, my puppies perk
Up their ears. They love my grandkid
As much as I do. Larry opened the door
And Tyler ran in. He asked me why my
Treadmill was dusty. I said it's nice
Outside, so I prefer to walk. Then he
Asked for a Coke. I said it's in the
Fridge. His daddy got him a blue cup.
Gary's explaining the new stuff on a
Computer Diedra gave me. Michelle's
Offices are like mine. She's like me.
i can feel you on my skin
your soothing me,
your angel wings brushing my shoulder blades,
your wiping my tears away,
soothing my fears away,
i feel your lips, just gently brushing mine,
i can feel you on my skin
your rubbing my heart,
warming me from the inside,
your my love, more-so then my lover,
i can feel you on my skin
i close my eyes,
and i see you in my mind,
hovering over my shoulders,
your face beside mine,
i can feel you on my skin
your whispering,
please dont leave yet,
my mistake,
i love you,
please dont go,
i can feel you on my skin
i wipe away my eyes,
wipe away the blood from my flesh,
suprise, suprise,
i cant win,
but at least i can feel you on my skin
oh lady goodness
bring back gweniveer to me
stay a horse,patches
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