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Paul Flynn Poem
While prose is read
and poetry spoken
silence is silence until it is broken......
Copyright © Paul Flynn | Year Posted 2022
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Paul Flynn Poem
Mine eyes have seen the gory of a thousand battle fields
Where the arms and legs are scattered and some wounds they never heal
And the men of wise and wisdom
never cease to stop the wheel
Now we have the big one
that is sure to make us kneel
now our fate is surely sealed.
Copyright © Paul Flynn | Year Posted 2022
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Paul Flynn Poem
The ant is one who works all day
and barely sleeps at night
Seldom is he, if ever
fearful of an unjust or a losing fight
He lives to serve a queen
and she he seldom sees
but he is hers in mind and soul
to do with as she please
She dictates and rules to all her breed
with a simple yes or no
for she is the queen and her word is law
this we all know to be so.
But the queen behind her mask she sneers
at the knave of an ant and all his peers
who work all day and through the night
and fight the battle of a losing fight
and believe that because of her
what they do is right
Yes, we are all like ants one and all
constantly ignorant of our own minds' call.
Copyright © Paul Flynn | Year Posted 2022
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Paul Flynn Poem
Stay in the pink with Zinc
Zinc Zaps Zits.
Zinc off!!!
Copyright © Paul Flynn | Year Posted 2022
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Paul Flynn Poem
The ant is one who works all day
and barely sleeps at night.
And seldom is he, if ever,
fearful of an unjust or a losing fight.
He lives to serve a queen
and she he never sees.
But he is hers in mind and soul
to do with as she please.
She dictates and rules to all her breed
with a simple yes or no.
For she is the queen and her word is law
this we all know to be so.
But the queen behind her mask she sneers
at the knave of an ant and all his peers.
who work all day and through the night
and fight the battle of a losing fight
and believe that because of her
what they do is right.
Yes, we are all ants,
one and all
constantly ignorant of our own minds call.
Copyright © Paul Flynn | Year Posted 2021
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Paul Flynn Poem
Keep a rosary in your pocket
off to heaven you will rocket....
Copyright © Paul Flynn | Year Posted 2023
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Paul Flynn Poem
When it came time
for Mitt to do his bit.
Off to France
he did flit.
Copyright © Paul Flynn | Year Posted 2024
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Paul Flynn Poem
What a miserable person he must be...
obsessively dreaming up ways..
to make life miserable...
for you and me.
Copyright © Paul Flynn | Year Posted 2025
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