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Paloma Walker Poem
Learn to cry
with hidden tears
Be afraid
and show no fear
Be wide awake
And pretend asleep
Scream in your head
Don't make a peep
Smile and laugh
Put on a show
Die inside
No one will know
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Your reasoning is childish and idiotic
Your behavior actually is defined as psychotic
How can you act with such a lack of understanding
This level of stupidity is hard to imagine
Believe me when I say it's true
It is not me
It's definitely you
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Paloma Walker Poem
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Missing you for longer and longer
Deathly afraid my heart may burst
You may love me best...I love you worst
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The day is long
My attention's short
I've no energy to cavort
Business isn't done
I'm ready to quit
Time feels like a bottomless pit
I'm physically here
Mind - absentee
I shouldn't have drank the caffeine-free
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There once was a kitten named Sue.
She found one mitten, or two.
She chewed all day long.
'Till all of it was gone.
Now she has nothing to do.
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Paloma Walker Poem
I'm the best snacker there ever
was
My hands fit chip bags like my
hands fit my gloves
I've got Chex Mix, Cheese-It's,
Pork-Rinds, Cheetos
Pretzels, Gardettos, dip and
Doritos
I shovel it in morning, noon,
and night
I don't stop to breath, oh what
a sight
If you need snacking done,
remember what they say
Go grab that girl who can really
pack it away!
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Destructive rose with your thorns
Elegance deserving to be forlorn
Stabbing those who hold you close
Deceiving those who love you most
Called by any other name, just as sweet?
How about betraying, beguiling, or disaster to complete
Lonely rose, receiving love
Yet only reciprocating with sharp pointed shove
Then someone reaches out
Reality piercingly clear
You're certainly lovely
But never loving, my dear
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A chandelier hung frozen in time
Locked in a hazy Italian photograph
Memories spark and sizzle
But die out all too soon
In a grueling cycle of remembrance
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Dreary, freezing
Winter days
Stuck inside
A gloomy haze
Nowhere to go
Nothing to see
Just as bored
As bored can be
Sitting still
Is getting old
Would go outside
But it's too cold
Wish for summer
Spring or fall
Anything to
Ease this lull
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Paloma Walker Poem
Where does my poetry come from?
Mostly my life.
Experiences as a child, a mother, a wife
If any poet tells you, their poems form from a random thought
Should you believe them?
Probably not
The only thing that comes from nowhere, simply is nothing
All poems have a beginning, they all come from
Something
Wherever they originate though, from them readers glean
Different life lessons
as they discern what they do mean
And that is what's fantastic
Nothing is neater
That the meanings are different for each and every reader
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