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Best Poems Written by Wayne Wysocki

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Bunny Flop

a limerick by Wayne Wysocki

The tortoise and hare had a race
But the rabbit came in second place
      So the notion that speed
      Makes the win guaranteed
Just isn't always the case.

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Two Cigarettes and a Beer

Two cigarettes and a beer, dear
That's how long I'll be here
If you never show
Then I'm gonna go
After two cigarettes and a beer.

You know I'm not big on forgivin’
And not much for talkin’ things through
But if you’ll swing on by
I'll give it a try
Though I don't think I'll hear nothin’ new

Baby I've heard your last reason
For standin’ me up like you do
You think it's all right
If I'm waitin’ all night
And that's why I'm just givin’ you

Two cigarettes and a beer, dear
That's how long I'll be here
If you never show
Then I'm gonna go
After two cigarettes and a beer.

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The Walk

"If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten." ~Tony Robbins

Our footsteps lead us 'round and 'round  
'Long avenues so few;

It's nice to take a turn and walk
Along a path that's new,

And meet some friends we thought were gone
Like "good" and "kind" and "true",

And maybe find a special friend
Before the walk is through.

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Tale of a Horse

by Wayne Wysocki

This poem was inspired by a joke going around in the 1970s.

There was a man who bought a horse
From a rancher known as Joe,
But Joe explained things to the man
Before he let him go.

This horse is strange, the rancher said,
You command him not like others;
Say "Oh my God" to make him go,
To stop, say "Smothers Brothers."

He commanded sternly, "Oh my God!"
Once mounted on the steed;
At once the stallion started off
With a frantic burst of speed.

Toward a canyon cliff he ran,
Across the desert sands;
The man, in wild excitement,
Forgot the two commands.

In fear he cried out random words
As fast they neared the drop,
Yet still he could not find the phrase
To make the stallion stop.

He then remembered "Smothers Brothers,"
And yelled with all his breath;
At once the beast slid to a halt
An inch away from death.

Afraid to move, he gazed upon
The canyon deep and broad
He wiped his brow, and in relief,
He whispered, "Oh my God!"

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Final Kiss

"What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world..." -letter to a soldier's wife

The scourge of war has ripped our lives apart,
Indifferent to the joys that we will miss;
From this land and from your love I must depart,
With time enough for just one final kiss.

Determined that this moment never dies,
A picture on my heart I sorely trace
Of your tearful, somehow yet angelic eyes
And your trembling mouth my saddened lips embrace.

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Just a Little Bit of Hope

Let the day begin with just a little bit of hope
Let the hope begin to grow, so every time you grope or struggle
Confidence is yours, and doubt is only for a dope
A tug'll open all the doors of life with just a little bit of hope.
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"Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence." ~Helen Keller

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Toad Tale

by Wayne Wysocki

There once was an arrogant frog
Who thought he was king of the bog
         But he wasn't so regal
         When the bark of a beagle
Scared him right off of his log.

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About the Isle of Tyre

Wouldst thou for me an air
upon thy tortoise lyre
play, and sing those words so fair
about the Isle of Tyre?

Within whose walls so grand,
there at bazaar would be
hangings made by weaver's hand,
and colored from the sea.

And ships of cedar made,
all crewed by seamen bold,
sailed to shores afar, to trade
for silk and spice and gold.

Consoled by sweet refrain,
I dwell in dreams of Tyre--
going home will e'er remain
my unfulfilled desire.
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The ancient Phoenician city-state of Tyre, an island off the southern coast of Lebanon, was famous for its production of the prized Tyrian purple dye derived from the murex snails found in its waters. --WW
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Russian Robbery

a limerick by Wayne Wysocki

They tell me that Vladimir Putin
Called his guards and they started in shootin'
      Seems some robbers were struck
      With unfortunate luck
'Twas the bank where Vlad kept all his loot in.

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A Trip To the Orient

by Wayne Wysocki

A poppy is pretty and bright
And its juice is so far out of sight
    That the smoke in a den
    Full of dirty old men
Makes all of them high as a kite.