Child Vanity Poems

I want to write something beautiful for you
How can when all I am is ugly?
Grab a mirror just to be sure
Reflecting sunsets and puppies
Can something...

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A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out,
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs,
"This world is yours, dear, a...

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There was a lady in her late thirties

She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties

Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl

Naughty devils but...

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I crossed over this caring bridge the sun shined 
so bright I hardly noticed the humvee at the light 
signaling green to go and what...

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My suit of self-loathing no longer fits
The mirror of compassion tells me so
Years of bad-intentions held back growth 
After a time, the length of my...

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-What is a flower if it doesn’t catch  your eye the first time you set eyes on it .
Says the dreamer in him .
-What...

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Just how far is the train of freedom from the discriminated son?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the black homeless child?
Just how...

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spoiled t-rump
...given $100mill at age 19...
bought his whole life
...but can hardly speak legibly...
so his diction'air'ease and the'sour'asst fart'is
...give meanings to things he says...
in his social...

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Death Via Boredom: A Dragon's Demise

Stamping forth from his lair,
Preceded by billows of smoke
The great dragon's murderous red-eyed glare
Penetrated the gloom as he wrathfully spoke.

"Who...

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I
I am with Liberty
At least I was
Until 2019, before the Virus
Now as in puerile freedoms
(Just words, not many will sacrifice for;
Most people go along, as...

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To be Ignored (heads in the air, or maybe noses)

The toilet makes a swoosh, 
The drain makes a giggle.
Grandpa lets go a “big” one, 
and...

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I hope that still, within my free heart, Lives,
A secret fire that cannot be defiled.
I’m just a man, who sins, trips, oft forgives...
Filed in a...

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Children are dying due to accidents,
Bomb blasts are taking precious souls at an early time,
Too many tears shed, 
Cries, mourning, weeping and lamentations,
Who are to...

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Out of the day, veiled
in curtains of deceit and lies,
on the wings of realities I sail,
dispelling inferno-like evil cries.

Bullies come in all shapes and forms,
practicing...

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IF ever I had a country : XXV - XXVI

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