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The Endless Fight

My sis and I, we made a vow,
to lose our extra weight somehow.
Long months we tried; sometimes we’d cheat.
Jogging! Oh the agony of da feet!

A one-week cruise; sis noshed and noshed.
And put back half the weight she lost!
A month she took to put things right.
The Battle of the Bulge is an endless fight!

But, I digress, we're only human.
You can only eat so much with cumin.
Butt, :) in that month she made her goal.
God bless her heart, God bless her soul.

So now when we get on the scale.
Sometimes we lose, sometimes we fail.
Butt, ;) we both get tired of the botching.
Of all this weighting and this watching.

Note: This is a collaborative poem for Silent One's collaboration contest.

Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2019



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A Lovers World And Dreamers Dream

Hope lives on a four leaf clover.
Greener pastures when yesterday's over.
My heart spins when her hair gets twirled.
And I start to shake in this lovers world.

I walked around the corner and stayed awhile.
That's where I was when I seen her smile.
I felt more in that moment than in my whole life.
Straight to my heart just like a knife.

I've made that turn a time or two.
But theres no turning round now that it's you.
The sun came up on the other side.
Took away any shadow where I can hide.

Destiny delivered a dream for two.
Everything has suddenly become pink and blue.
I can't help but wait for the bubble to pop.
Borrowed trouble in this dream balloon shop.

Hope lives on a four leaf clover. 
Greener pastures when yesterday's over.
My heart spins when her hair gets twirled.
And I start to shake in this lovers world.

Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2013

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Sexy Sandy

A pretty little thing named Sandy.
Made all of the men feel so randy.
She's quite a nice lass.
So I won't be crass.
But it really is quite a dandy.

P.S. You'll have to connect the dots. Read between the lines. However you want to put it. :) Peace. :)

Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2014

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Skaterrific

There is a poet, her name is SKAT.
She read all my limy's, now that's phat.
When she was done reading.
It showed she had breeding.
So people, what do you think of that?

Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2014

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He Had A Holloweenie

Under his nose hung a big greenie.
The kids all thought he was a meanie.
He didn't have a hankie.
That's why he was so cranky.
Also, he had a hollow weenie.

Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2014



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Slippery Sam The Serpent

Slippery Sam the serpent sang songs.
About sexy slitherers in thongs.
The tunes were quite crass.
Cause thongs up their ... .
Let's face it, that just never belongs.

My apologies for being smutty. I think my mind is rotting.

Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2015

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Little Miss Fancy Font

A sweet little girl named Alex.
Always put words in italics.
Plain print wouldn't do.
So when she was through.
They were known as Alex Italics.

Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2014

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Before the End

Sunflowers and dandelions. 
Sometimes in life it's a fine line.
We go outside to breathe the air.
Look around, try not to stare.

The little children play and run.
The girls are screaming, having fun.
Little boys follow along.
Learning the words to write the song.

A bouquet of summer's sweet refrain.
A timeless imprint on your brain.
To carry us into the night.
Beyond what sunshine brings to light.

After all the dreams come true.
But get lost in the dawning dew.
Only glimpses of love survive.
As you awake having to strive.

Finally finding out the truth.
About our fantasy's in youth.
All we wanted was a friend.
And a little love before the end.


Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2019

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An Ode to the Road

I dream about turning the key and drive until I'm gone.
And leave behind what cannot wait, you know like mowing the lawn.
But my old car cannot be trusted to take me very far.
So I am left to fantasize as I hang out at the bar.

I think that I would drive out west like pioneers once did.
I certainly imagine things have changed since Ia's a kid.
But it would be so nice to go and find out for myself.
Instead of being stuck here living life up on this shelf.

Traveling within the mind is as safe as it can get.
The pavement's always perfect, never oily, slick or wet.
And if you want to stop and pee, it's only twenty feet.
But food at this bar's not so good if you decide to eat.

Well it's time for me to go and be glad that I'm home.
Until the road calls me again and makes me want to roam.
If and when I ever go, I'll send you a postcard.
Until that time you'll find me just outside tending the yard.




Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2015

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Non Believer

The winter's been harsh, the winter's been long.
Still it's only march and I can't hear the song.
To have spring fever, you need to be a believer.
This winter's been harsh and this winter's been long.

Shovel's and sneezes are the call of the day.
Please hand me a kleenex, it's two month's until May.
We're out, well I guess I'll just use my sleeve or.
Man if I had my way I certainly wouldn't stay.

White winds wailing where weeds wait wondering.
If the God's will ever restart their thundering.
Or if they have just slammed down the reciever.
In disgust of all of mankinds plundering.

Faith in the four season's is our only stronghold.
Waiting for the story of sping to still be told.
Hoping the book of knowledge is not a deciever.
Our spirit's are shaken and we dare not be too bold.

For the spring fever contest/ ballad

Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2014

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