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Gary Brown Poem
A monkey and a donkey,
went and stood by a tree.
To tell many of the creatures,
how the future should be.
Then monkey saw a man,
who was made from the sand,
but was smart enough to know,
how to trade for the land.
He grabbed donkey by the ears,
but did not cry any tears.
While time marches on,
there went by many years.
In fact monkey got so sad,
then he really got mad.
When he saw his friend donkey,
being treated so bad.
The monkey had a tree,
the donkey used to be free.
That told many of the creatures,
how the future would be.
Copyright © Gary Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Gary Brown Poem
I've invented this device you see
with idio-syncronicity.
So please feel free to visit me
that's if you are in the vaccinity.
I will compress these buttons
stock piled with dials and log into
its docket files
to put it through its proper trials.
Four quarters water not too much
for its nature
now stand by and watch how "The
Ice Breaker Maker" as no proto-type
gets to smile with the waiter
who loves the machine but might
not like its creator
who sits in his seat in a flight simulator.
Copyright © Gary Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Gary Brown Poem
The only home that I have known,
was squeezing my blood out of stone.
I have been told it's freezing cold,
I think this home needs to be sold.
Too vandalized for me to hold, at least
I will be given gold, a feast if I can be
so bold.
The doors are gone, the windows too
but keep this between me and you.
To sell this shell and start anew, is
something that I have to do.
This four walled, stair cased empty
crypt, these sections I eventually skipped.
In essence I must be equipped, by lessons
learnt and efforts slipped.
Tell Orpheus; "The time has come", his
farewell song is finally sung.
I was too young to love this space, so I
grew up to hate this place, a refuge that
was laid to waste.
This broken palace to my disgrace became
a dream too late to chase.
I must escape in such a haste, this disgust
is too much to face, just dust that I can
touch and taste when all I need, is a warm
embrace.
Copyright © Gary Brown | Year Posted 2024
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