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Nicholas Clayborne-Hughes Poem
Tiny Timmy
Today Tiny Timmy tries to talk. Terry Thomson tells Timmy that talking is too
tough for a two-year-old. Tony Thomson tells Terry not to tell Timmy that. Tammy
Tilson tells Tony, Terry and Tiny Timmy that Tinseltown has two tall towers,
Tinseltown Toy Tower and Tinseltown Trinket Tower. Tammy tells Tony that
there's a Two-Year-Old talking translator there. So Tiny Timmy, Too-Tall Terry,
and Talkative Tony travel to Tinseltown. While traveling, Tony talked to their
Treasurer, Tommy. Tommy told them to talk to Tina. Tina told Tony to travel
tirelessly. Then, during the Thomsons travel, Tina traveled too. At Tinseltown,
Terry taps a tambourine, Tony talks to a toucan, Tina throws a truck, and Timmy
traverses to the trinket tower. Then he finds the two-year-old talking translator. It
translated to this,”Why does this poem have so many T's?”
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Nicholas Clayborne-Hughes Poem
10 Years from Now
As I sit here
Pondering about what will be
I think 10 years from now
What will happen to me?
Will I still be in school?
Like in a university
Or will I be cheering,
At my two year anniversary?
10 years from now
I can be rich but be meek
Or I can be sad
And be living in the street
Will I have any kids?
Three, four, maybe five
Or my favorite question is
Will I still be alive?
Will I have a boring life?
Routine, mundane, all the same
Or will I be among the greatest
Playing in the Super Bowl game
Will I be an average Joe?
Living from day to day
Or will I have fun on vacation,
2000 miles away?
10 years from now
Will it be me who invented the flying car?
Or will I be on the green,
Two swings under par?
Well most of that’s good
But I’m here living right now
All of these things can come true
But it starts by asking “how?”
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Nicholas Clayborne-Hughes Poem
Writer’s Block
Can one really have writer’s block
When it cannot be defined
Can a person really complain
When it’s only a figment of the mind
Writer’s block can be better sweet
When you run out of rhymes
It is a little easier to relax
Time for the brain to unwind
Writer’s block, does it even exist
Or is it just in the mind
Isn’t it just an excuse
Just a thought you can’t find
If you believe you have writer’s block
Look for something to inspire
A book, nature, life
Anything to spark your creative fire
Writer’s block, that infectious disease
Do not let it fester
You say you have it
And others, it will infect and pester
It is a lie
So don’t let it lock
I was able to write this poem
When I claimed to be on writer’s block
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Nicholas Clayborne-Hughes Poem
I'm sorry girl
I didn't know that you loved me
We were friends so long
I didn't know how you felt when you hugged me
I said best friends forever
You said me and you for life
I said our friendship would never end
I had no idea that it would cause so much strife
I had a good feeling around you
But you had a warm feeling around me
Your heart had been torn
And I'm sorry that I didn't see it
You said you loved me
And I said sorry
You said you were fine
But that morning I was really sorry
I go to your house
And see the docs and cops
I break past the barriers into your room
And then my heart just dropped
The walls painted crimson
Even though last night they were teal
I look down at a corpse
In your hands a steel
I watched the ambulance take you away
And I noticed a letter
I opened it and looked
It said: I wish I were better
I loved you
And you couldn't return it when I was alive
I had no reason to live from then on
I knew thereafter I just wanted to die
I was so stupid
I knew I had no chance
You had your eyes on someone else
Even when we went to the dance
I read the letter
And fell out and cried
All this time you loved me
I said no and for that you died
This was my fault
And there is only one way to solve
In my water tonight
I'll let the pill disolve
I didn't know how much I loved you
And now you're gone
Well now I'll end this
And finish my life's song
We can be together forever
And I can end this with a happy sigh
As I lay down in my bed tonight
And I'll see you when I die
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Nicholas Clayborne-Hughes Poem
This ring means much to me,
Much more than my own finger.
The love in this wedding ring,
Will always and forever linger.
I love you more than myself,
I love you with all my heart.
I love you more than life itself,
I wish that we would never be apart.
The Great evergreen
Best represents our love,
Summer, winter, spring, and fall.
The only thing to stop us,
Is the great God above.
This ring is strong,
For it, I would lose my ring finger.
I'd wear it around my neck,
For the love, will always, and forever linger.
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