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Theresa M. Cash Poem
Moonlight scenes appear
upon my soulful eyes I
watch the beauty rise
right before my eyes
my heart seems to soar with love
when we're holding hands.
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Marvin and Abe went fishing all day
all they caught was a lady named Mae
she was tall and thin
she loved to drink gin
both men didn't like her to sing rae
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Don't bring me any vitamins
if I consume, I might want men
some people say I'm short
I might have to abort
But sister says more men, men, men
02/14/2020
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My ancestors have heard of the
distance of running hooves
the hunters followed them through
wintry snow and all would proof
They were great hunters through
all the meadows of wintry limbs
the deep snow captured many frantic pilgrims
these unwanted destitute men.
Have seen their breath
within the freezing air
My ancestors could feel the sense of
many wild spirits within
The mountainous coldness lair.
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He came to her in the still of the night
she wondered and thought if she looked a fright
One look in his eyes no word was said
should I be afraid and run fast instead
She thought she has seen passion but saw right
behind him a hidden machete bright
With not a moment to spare she jumped through
the window faster than bullets outgrew
He came to her in the still of the night
that night so long ago she ran faster
than a speeding bullet, she made things right
He was caught next day, while he stalked Hector
A cop dressed like a woman quite bright, bright
He came to her in the still of the night.
04/01/2020
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Theresa M. Cash Poem
ARGENTINA
Arriving in Argentina my son and wife welcomed me with open arms and with
much love
Reaching our designated destination we celebrated every day with many
adventures
Going to Argentina made my biggest dream come true on my BUCKET LIST
come true
Energy would never cease or end cause we'd all make the most of everything
each day
Never a dull moment each day, we all took so many different pictures and tried
many other types of exotic places
Tried so many different edibles, drinks; even had a croc burger, it never ceased
to amaze me how much difference there was throughout the world
Initially I will never in my whole life time will I ever forget all the fun, laughter
and fun in the sun going to,
ARGENTINA and full filling my BIGGEST dream I've ever had on my
BUCKET LIST
Nearing the end of my time there we went to Argentina's biggest zoo, as we
were leaving I saw
And allowed my eyes to view, "Two very beautiful Bengal Tigers, wow!"
we all got our pictures taken and were allowed to pet those,
"Beautiful Bengal Tigers!"
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Cousin and I
My cousin and I couldn't sing
Thought we might just ring, ring
then along came Brett
we both got him wet
now we're running home for wings.
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Mighty Mike
Mighty Mike always drove women wild
poor girlfriend got fed up and then filed
was a smooth talker
was not a stalker
now Mighty Mike is tuckered out mild
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There was a time our mother earth spoke
Great words of wisdom in ancient times
A time when children were one with the Great Spirit
The children lite their fires on this great land
at one time; life was lived in simplicity
I felt in my heart, hardships were to come
Whether it be bad, sad or good
With certainty; times were going to change
To this day my elders had said these wise words.
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Lazily, disdaining up above the sky to pursue
As the setting of the sun is to indolent to hold
Such a tournament is lengthened and embedded in gold
While the sun passively darkens for a night barbecue
I sit beneath a silvery moon hearing barking hounds
for some men have orgies near the Genious of the South
with blood-shot eyes and sweet sugar caned-lips and scented mouths
such surprising sounds while making folk songs like soulful sounds.
Their music vibrates above pine trees made up like guitars
Strumming, picking and singing songs of endearments in vain
many are now caroling a vesber up to the stars.
Mighty singers, I hear resinous in your throaty of songs
they are heard so sacredly like a whisper within the pines
were they given to virgin lips and cornfield concubines
To hear dreams of Christ till I meet dusty cane-lipped bongs.
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