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The Cat and the Fish

A cat jumped in the river
to meet a fellow fish,
he wanted to be like them
it was his only wish.

He figured he could do it
he had everything it takes,
with whiskers on his front parts
and a tail a catfish makes.

He swam down to the bottom
while holding in his breath,
but soon began to worry
that this might end in his death.

His little heart was pounding 
as he raced back to the top,
he determined if he made it
that he wasn't going to stop.

He broke the surface with a splash
and gulped in lots of air,
He climbed up the embankment
and ran like he didn't care.

He ran through empty fields
and to home ran all the way,
and when he got their safely
stopped to think about the day...

"I love to watch the catfish
as they circle down below,
they move around so effortless
and offer quite a show."

He wanted to be like them
so he thought, in blissful glee,
but then he came to realize
...'twas curiosity.

Their mesmerizing silky glide
and tantalizing tryst,
offered a temptation
that brings us to this twist:

The cat by then concluded
that it was to be his fate,
that he should rather have the catfish
on his dinner plate.

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When You Float In Outer Space

When you float in outer space
with no one else around,
it gets a little lonely
and you start to miss the ground.

The familiar touch of Mother Earth
and friends to share the news,
is the kind of isolation
that can give someone the blues.

But you don't have to be in space
to feel alone and down;
you might swim a crowded pool
and still feel like you could drown.

But all it takes to raise some hope
that there'll be better weather,
is connecting with a friendly face
just like a spacesuit tether.

So if you feel you're out of touch
reach out to find a smile,
and if your feet are on the ground
then go the extra mile:

find someone who's drifting off
and offer them a hand,
bring them back into the ship
and help them safely land.

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The Truth About Tomatoes

Tomatoes are amazing things, so tasty-good to eat,
they have a secret juice inside that really can't be beat.

Eating one will make you strong and help you with your grades,
and just for having tasted one, success will come in spades.

They help you solve encrypted notes and make you grow in size,
they out-perform a carrot in perfecting both your eyes.

Some folks say without surprise they help you with your sleep,
a religious man told me once they help your soul to keep.

Once a guy fell from a plane without a chute or line,
he ate a ripe tomato, and they say he turned out fine.

Another person, I just heard, crashed in his turbo coup,
he didn't have a scratch and credits fresh tomato soup.

So let this be a lesson, for the times you must decide,
and take that firm tomato to your mouth and open wide.

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This Could Have Been a Rhyme

What if these notes didn’t rhyme?
would you even take the ...moment?

Would you think they weren’t so witty,
and like the fool you’d give them ...condolence?

Sometimes I just can’t find the word
to rhyme with something that I’ve ...listened to.

And sometimes when I sit to write,
it doesn’t matter if morning or ...evening;

I can’t get past this writer’s block
and so I sit and stare at my ...watch.

Perhaps tomorrow I’ll find my mojo,
until then, I’ll be in my ...small room.

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A Moment To Think

That clock on the wall is going too fast,
If it continues this pace I don’t think I will last.

I woke up this morning and looked over the sink,
to see my reflection and it got me to think...

There are lines on my face that I’m sure were not there,
and to my surprise; a new color of hair.

My eyes are not as innocent, and my nose a little round,
and perhaps around my middle I could see an extra pound.

Where did all the time go? Is this some silly trick?
There on the wall that clock continues to tick.

I listened for a minute, as that clock seemed to slow,
as if for a moment to say “don’t you know?...”

And then time stopped still as I remembered the years,
The times that I’ve had, the laughter and tears,

a flood of fond memories began filling my head,
like a book of my life but much easier read.

My time with my brother and sister of course,
my favorite things, a new bike and a horse.

Swimming and tennis and rodeos, too,
my friends and the crazy adventures we’d do.

My very first kiss; my heart skipped a beat,
the first time that I drove a real car on the street.

High school and college and meeting a wife,
overcome by the joy of adding kids to my life.

My thoughts now turned to my mother and dad,
I am grateful to them for the life that I had.

They cared for me always, and taught me so well,
as I replay these memories it’s easy to tell.

I’m grateful for all the of the things that they gave,
the lessons and wisdom I was able to save.

That clock on the wall doesn’t have any brakes,
no way to slow down and it gives me the shakes.

But I don’t mind the wrinkles, the lines or gray hair,
I’ve had so much fun and the timing was fair.

I know that my life is like one giant cup;
The great times that I’ve had were in filling it up.

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Working Ants and Circumstance

An ant was digging in the dirt, he worked and toiled so long.
He looked upon the work he’d done and decided it was wrong.

He’d only made a little dent in a job that was too big,
so he decided to find some friends to help him with the dig.

He gathered up a couple mates and showed them all his plan,
to save their world from predators and that’s how it began.

Pretty soon the group he formed had made a giant stride,
in their quest to mine the earth and make a place to hide.

Other ants began to hear of what he planned to do,
each asked if they could lend a hand and be part of his crew.

More and more the ants joined in and worked with might and glee,
it wasn’t long before the group became a colony.

Ants with more experience helped share the things they learned,
the new guys did as they were taught, and respect is what they earned.

After all was said and done a mighty place they’d built,
they looked around to find that they’d moved lots of sand and silt.

More, in fact, than any single one of them could do,
the job was so big in fact it took more than a few.

And in this tale is wisdom that was drafted by the ants;
many hands make lighter work and help the circumstance.

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The Last Show

The stage was so spectacular I had to wear my glasses.
They only let a handful in with extraordinary passes;
written in a scripted font and lined with foiled gold,
for those of us who had one, they were something to behold.

The gullible sat waiting for the buffoonery to start;
the ratings in the papers were completely off the chart.
Some had heard of wonder, that it cured them of depression;
many left in disbelief; it made quite an impression.

The crowd began to stir with a ubiquitous roar of chatter,
every person in the house was pondering the matter,
when suddenly the room went dark and everyone was still.
With widened eyes and racing heart, I hoped it'd fit the bill.

A man appeared larger than life amid a frightening scene,
his head was framed in rising flames that billowed smokey green.
He shouted at the crowd and we all shuddered as he glared,
he asked a volunteer to approach if any of us dared.

A dreadful fright took hold of us as we all sat there in fear,
my spine seemed to be paralyzed while others shed a tear.
The air became uncomfortable as the man began to rage,
and that is when a young girl stood and walked toward the stage.

The crowd let out a gasp as she climbed the center stairs.
We hoped that she would stop as we stayed glued to our chairs.
She stood before the giant man who said with a deep voice:
"Who sent you to me?" and she replied, "I come to you by choice."

While several of us fainted, the man became perplexed.
He seemed to lose control and suddenly was vexed.
This wasn't what he planned and the show was off the script,
he stuttered and he stammered as the situation flipped.

"How dare you show me disrespect!" he said through smokey haze,
but the young girl stood in bold defiance of his fiery blaze.
She spoke to him with empathy and stared with caring eyes,
"I think this front you've shown to us is nothing more than lies."

He couldn't think of what to say, she'd called him on his bluff,
the tension cracking through the room was now more than enough;
the man let out a tired gasp as the smoke and flame went out,
he softened up his voice with no more reason left to shout.

"You're right," he said in solemn tones,"You've seen through my disguise,
I've never had this happen though I've had so many tries."
He turned to the astounded crowd and said "I'm from Topeka"
and ended the last show he did by shouting out "Eureka!"

Written: 05.17.18
Joined: 05.17.18
The first poem submitted: This one - The Last Show

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Make a Choice

Take a moment,
stop and think.

If you're thirsty,
have a drink.

Slow the pace,
and settle down.

Decide if which,
to smile or frown.

It's up to you,
to make a choice.

To remain quiet,
or share your voice.

To be engaged,
reveal a thought.

Or walk away,
when you'd rather not.

Either way,
it's up to you.

You determine,
to say or do.

And for this right,
you'll surely see.

There is a great,
responsibility.

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Loving Math Is Hard To Do

Loving math is hard to do
for almost everyone.
It’s hard to keep your focus
on the problem ‘till it’s done.

But "practice makes it easier"
is something few will learn;
getting to be good at math
is something you must earn.

It’s hard and makes you concentrate
and takes a lot of time,
but in the end, it’s worth it all,
to know you've reached a prime.

So even though it's hard to do
and sometimes hurts your brain,
try to be a friend to math;
don't treat it with disdain.

You’ll be ahead of everyone and 
know some things they don’t;
You’ve given up a little time,
to be ahead of those who won’t.

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Why Heroes Get Things Done

Wonder Woman, Wolverine,
fight the baddies, make a scene.

Superman can fly up high,
saves us from a falling sky.

Aquaman swims under water
where he rescued someone’s daughter.

Batman has the best high tech
and leaves the villains in a wreck.

The Hulk is all about the smash;
when he’s done they look like trash.

The web that Spiderman can sling,
catches thieves and helps him swing.

Fantastic Four can do a lot,
it makes for an exciting plot.

Catwoman has a vengeful side,
that causes prey to run and hide.

but all these heroes carry on,
even when their luck is gone,

not because they like the fun;
it is their passion to get things done.

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