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Wayne Wysocki Poem
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, 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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"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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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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"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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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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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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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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Wayne Wysocki Poem
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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An embarrassing penile occurrence
Led Johnny to want some assurance
So Viagra he took
Then he gave it a look
And said, "Yeah, now I've got endurance."
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