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(During contemplation)
What are we? Thought the flea,
there must be more than what we see.
(With careful consideration)
Am I free? Thought the bee,
and is there much aside from thee.
(Before deep meditation)
Who holds the key? Thought the manatee,
pondering while in the sea.
(With loving admiration)
How can this be? Thought the tree,
that so much life depends on me.
(With limited cognition)
What’s on T.V.? Asked he to she,
then walked off to take a pee.
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Thoughts; in the thousands
swirl the ocean floor
sometimes come up in big waves
then reside on the shore
Sand; on the beaches
where young children play
sometimes built into castles
then like thoughts - wash away
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Death by firing squad is the old way
Using gas chambers, that area’s grey
Dropping big bombs, now that’s child’s play
Compared to the methods they use today
They’re killing people in their own homes
With tasty treats full of hormones
Microwave radiation into their bones
And straight to the brain using cellphones
Right out of the womb there’s a vaccination
If you got a “problem” there’s a medication
They got the water supply with fluoridation
And chemtrails in the sky crisscrossing the nation
In this day and age it’s hard to hide
From G.M.O. “food” and pesticide
Or animal meat with steroids inside
Consuming this stuff is like suicide
Death rates from cancer are enormous in size
Every few seconds somebody dies
We need to know truth instead of the lies
It’s time to wake up and open our eyes
Too many people need a hospital bed
And to get one costs some serious bread
You must stay conscious and one step ahead
Before you find that you’re the one dead
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Poetry is the galaxy, it goes as far as the eye can see.
It’s fantastic to gaze the universe, no matter where you be.
There’s radiant stars, infinite planets, wormholes and satellites. . So put your eye up to a telescope and peer into the nights.
Poetry is a hemroid and creativity is the medicated cream.
If you coat it generously there’d be no need to scream.
It’s important to let it breath a bit and always give it care.
Because if you neglect it, it’ll really sting down there.
Poetry is flatulence and everyone gets gas.
If you push out hard enough you’ll get quite a blast.
Some can make you laugh and some can make you cry.
There are some you may never hear because they’re way too shy.
Poetry is feces and this might sound absurd.
But you can tell a lot about someone if you picked apart their turd.
There’s many colors, different textures and the corny one’s are neat.
You can customize what comes out, just depends on what you eat.
Poetry is a key that opens a specific door.
Allowing you to step inside so you can explore.
Each person has a key made to fit a certain lock.
You should keep it with you instead of underneath a rock.
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Poetry’s a sniper’s bullet in the chamber of a gun.
Just waiting to be shot out, so it can hit someone.
Sometimes it completely misses, sometimes it hits its mark
and if the shooter’s good enough it’ll go straight to the heart.
Poetry’s a booger in your nose so pick it.
You can share it with someone or roll it up and flick it.
You’re digging for a winner, a good one comes as a surprise.
That’s when you wipe it on the wall for someone else’s eyes
Poetry is precipitation and in the clouds it turns to rain.
It can either lightly drizzle or storm down a hurricane.
Some days there are floods, some days there are droughts.
And combined with some love and light can bring the flowers
Poetry’s a pig trough when it’s shiny and new.
It gets filled with people’s slop because that’s what pig troughs do.
Some days it’s filled half way and some days it’s to the top.
It doesn’t matter what’s put in because the swine will eat it up
Poetry is sperm and it contains so much power.
Sometimes it comes out and stays in the shower.
But sometimes it gets used like when a husband’s with his wife.
And if it swims to the right place it will create a whole new life.
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It must be a muss
This tousled up nest
My mess with no fuss
Untidy, unkept
Shabby and ragged
Rough I confess
A random done gust
Just there with no sense
They’re tangled and knotted
Dreaded, complex
Strands shoot across
In tattered up threads
Interlocking and snarled
Entangled like mesh
Disordered, slipshod
Disheveled I guess
Springing curls go untouched
They sway and adjust
Kinked flinging strings
Frayed and unbrushed
Then carelessly tossed
And tied with the rest
Sloppy I trust
Is how it looks best
So it must be a muss
This tousled up nest
So much of a plus
Yes, it must be a muss.
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Shall you amass a wealth of descriptive locutions to plant in your grey matter garden?
Will you give birth to baby eloquence and listen to the wailing vibrations of linguistic infancy while assisting in magnificent growth?
Shall you offer your undying love and attention to the graphic sounds of poetic pitter patter?
Will you mix and arrange a flavorful and appetizing stew in the cooking pot of your mouth after the fruits of your labor mature in artistic detail?
Shall you serve hearty ambrosia dishes to those hungry for a meaningful assortment of words?
Will you feed their covetous and ravenous souls with fully developed expression?
And by satisfying others poet,
Shall you satiate yourself?
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Together; Two arrows much stronger than weaker
Apart; Broken arrows thrown out of the quiver
Together; We’re the tweezers that pull out the sliver
Apart; There’s no tweezers so the sliver gets deeper
Together; We’re the warmth that’s needed from either
Apart; There’s no warmth so the other gets fever
Together; Forever we are each other’s keeper
Apart; No forever so each other have neither
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It is all I ever longed for
Laughters echo and brush strokes of your skin
Souls purring into each others ears
The tightest affectionate hug
Laughters echo and brush strokes of your skin
Painting a canvas with Love;
The tightest affectionate hug
Filling our home with embracing light
Painting a canvas with love
Shining outward
Filling our home with embracing light
Creating an atmosphere of soft breath
Shining outward
Our hearts emanating tranquility
Creating an atmosphere of soft breath;
The fragrant air of Spring freshness
Our hearts emanating tranquility
Souls purring into each others ears
The fragrant air of Spring freshness
It is all I ever longed for
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They traded ‘all that is’ for ‘point of view’
(Physical body) flesh have they for suits
Who they were was something they hardly knew
(Impressive story) tales have they for roots
Infinity reduced to a fraction
(Epic illusion) clocks have they for time
All their senses wanted satisfaction
(Tragic solution) blood have they for wine
Now they are prisoners of perception
(Fantastic mirage) eyes have they for sight
Control and power since their inception
(Incessant command) rules have they for rite
Wholeness springs such a glorious madness
Cut off with a beautiful sadness
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