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A. Ryeter Poem
Blackberries start as white dots in a sea of thorns
The flower will fade, and a green berry will join
Protected, it will grow and be pink
Safe from even a massacring mink
Larger, it will swell until it is red
No enemy can lay down their head
Darker and darker until it is black
The berries are ready for an attack
Sour, but delectable
The thorns are detectable
But what about the thornless blackberry bush?
Poor girl, she starts off white
Like the others that night
She grows into a misshapen berry
Unlike the others (who are), lucky? Very.
She stays as the others grow
Poor berry, behind she tows
The rest are protected by thorns of steel
But this poor one just needs a deal
From green to pink to red to black
The other blackberry is held far back
If only she could get some thorns
To protect her from the world's horns
The neglected female, without protection
Her parents have given her no love and affection
The other ones shall grow strong
Their parents are never gone
-September of 2020
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The magnolia
The frontsman of the spring
The pear is jealous
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Today John McDain
Is in bad pain
The sirens could kill
But he escaped it, he will
He's at the doctor,
Who'll give him meds
And maybe just some
Comfortable beds
"There's something in his head."
The old, frail doctor said.
"I can't find out what it is."
But what about the scarlet liz?
He looked and poked and pressed
Until he found a dent in his chest
The snake had taken it out
Easily, without a doubt
Tightly wrapped under his skull
Pressed against the hard bone
He didn't know what it was
It pressed his brain down to a nub
John McDain began to get ill
The medical doctor gave him a pill
The pill did nothing
His brain kept scrunching
Until one morning he lay on the floor
Hands in his hair, curled like a snare
He scrunched his eyes
Let out a cry
And laid there still.
With a pop and a crack, blood leaked on the floor
Poor John's brain was no more
The red puddle covered the floor
His skull broke open, he'd lost the war
Out popped half an eggshell
Leathery, hard to tell
But then a snake slid out his head
And across the red blood he had bled
Blood red with hollow green eyes
That could easily pierce the night skies
The snake seemed never-ending
For it was depending
On John's scarlet blood
To give it the rud
The snake, seven feet long
Explored the humble bed of John
And then slithered off to find some prey
Remember John's Snake On The Brain.
The red snake found a victim
Fast asleep, she ignored him
He flicked his tongue and ate her whole
Poor little Miss Patty Moore
The snake grew a yard every day
Feasting on people as its main source of prey
It at the doctor, the teenagers, too
Until ecnaV stood with his mighty crew
They battled the snake for 30 days
Through water and sun and foggy haze
When finally the snake was beat
ecnaV got a wonderful treat
His crew went home proudly
The people in the streets cheered loudly
They took a piece of the snake's scales
In their heads echoed the mighty wails
-Originally Written in August 2020, Revised in September 2020
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The end is near
Virus is here
One hundred and eighty thousand
Dead, poor dear
Pack your bags
Your coats and shoes
We're going to the land
Of endless blues
There is peace from being numb
After you've lived there awhile
The cold bad news leaves your fingers numb
But after a while you seem to forget
And everyone there stops giving a sweat
-September 2020
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Bessie, Honey, and Lee
Three old sycamore trees
Along a river with the one
The only man who hadn't run
The women were ate,
The men died late
But now at one hundred
He was the only one unhunted
Bessie, Honey, and Lee
His only sources of glee
They kept him company
As good as they could be
He stroked them, kissed them
Imagined they were real
He reached out for her hem
But that he couldn't feel
He cuddled them, loved them
They were his
Until one day
He saw a crow, not a liz
Lighting struck Bessie dear
Oh, no! Oh, no! The end is near!
He tried to keep her
Water her and clean her
But then she died
To his surprise
Devastated, he loved Honey and Lee
But Lee became a fungus tree
He tried so hard to make her live
He couldn't, but he tried, he did
Honey was left
Honey so dear
Until Honey
Gave her last cheer
The man was in pain
With no love and refrain
He curled up with Honey
And he was gone.
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Words have power, especially when curled up in strings.
They can love or hate or do evil things.
More power than all of mankind combined,
The power of words is scarring to find.
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Throughout the streets
Throughout the halls
You can hear the spirit's calls
"Forgive me, Mother,
Breathe life into me.
I promise as a man
The good boy I'll be."
But the spirit lost his chance
He kissed a girl in his mother's glance
Now he roams the cold streets
Looking for someone to repeat
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The man who took the tail of a skink
Is safe from the chocolate mink
He stopped on foot to breathe to think
The man who took the tail of a skink
He gained the powers of the magical skink
He grabbed the strange unknown link
For now he could see with the violet eye
He looked inside, to his surprise
With cool, smooth scales
Runs in swampy swales
He ran to the home of the girl who once loved him
To pay her a visit and see how she's been
Through the dusty roads
Dodging heavy loads
His fast feet ran
To go see her man
To the white brick house
The rain would douse
He squeezed between two bricks
To see if his hardy gal was hitched
He couldn't see much from the floor
No bugs and roaches or spiders or more
The skink ran out the way he came
Into the dusty, dry lane
He found a way to perch on the sill
After he climbed the clay hill
He stared inside, motionless
As he waited for his lovely tigress
His imagination ran wild
As her counter was tiled
Rich and pretty and same for me?
I don't know, we'll have to find out and see.
He waited and waited without any glee
The sun went down, out came the sea
He failed to oblige the dry heat
So when his princess came back
He was a shriveled heap
She didn't know what it was
She swept it out just because
She 'knew' the terrible luck a skink
Would bring to someone on the brink
The mummified skink decomposed
As he sat and cried his poor woes
The skink's tail gave him magic
But the end result was tragic
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I need food.
I need water.
I need love.
I need father.
I have myself and no one else.
I'm hungry and cold and tired.
The children at school are mean,
The teachers are too,
My parents are gone,
And I love you.
You listen and don't hurt.
I love you with my heart.
I may be hard to take care of
But I'll love you with the all of
My heart, which slowly beats
For it needs some treats
Maybe that rotted apple?
There's nothing wrong with it.
You say it's too soft?
No, it can't be.
You give me food
Good food.
I don't know what to do.
I eat until I'm full
Then I eat until I spew
I don't want to go home.
I want to stay here.
Your face and your heart
and your wife so dear.
Can I have you?
Can you be mine?
Like a teddy bear
All sweet and fine?
I don't want to be cold
Or hungry again
I want to live here
Again and again
I love you.
I need you.
Please stay.
I need food.
I need water.
I need love.
I need father.
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I'm tired of these gothic poems,
Why not write something cheery for Halloween?
Pumpkin seeds and spicy dreams
Orange and red and little Ted
Goes out to play, today, today
Jump in leaves and hang from eaves
Skeletons and docile winds
Autumn love, and turtledove
Snaky rains and growing pains
Rocking boat and rocking crib
Orange, yellow, red, and black
The plump mean woman cease the smack
The child runs free to the neighbor's door
To get their love and treats galore
Change like the falling leaves
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