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Johnnypaul Davis Poem
The train makes its way
Over the trestle bridge.
Fast as a missile.
its whistle blows loud and long.
People wrestle with luggage.
I say to myself..hurry, hurry!
Can't be late.
through the gate others and I go.
Nothing can compare.
To going home...
For CHRISTMAS.
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I live in a house
with roaches and a mouse
that I can never catch.
I live in a house
with a Louse.
Shes a loud mouth drunk.
I can't take this anymore!
Outside I lean against the trunk of a tree
and Think about dowsing that house
With regular unleaded.
but I CAN'T!
I still love that woman!
who lives in that house
with roaches and a mouse
that I can never catch!
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Strangers we once were.
Strangers
Then we met.
Caught in loves net
You lit my life
With your words.
Towards loves
Eternal destiny we came.
The one,
All dream about.
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A white blanket covers the city.
Tucks us in like children at bed time.
THE temperature has fallen to 15.*
My bones rattle... like window panes.
As strong winds- blow on them.
Not knowing if I'm going to live or die.
standing in line like souls waiting to be judge.
I have not a grudge.
Just want that harder
then the ground sandwich.
And a bowl of ice soup.
makes me almost want to return home
To the lashings -of my drunk Father.
As he yells I love you!!
No-- this is better.
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The pain
Inside me
Became a
knife
That cut deep into
My
HEART.
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Her life to be a wife.
Filled with gloom
Her groom untrue.
A rose that never bloom.
The seed of love
Not planted.
Walk into her room.
Put a gun against her
Beautiful head.
On the floor dead
A ROSE THAT NEVER BLOOM!
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Sitting on the ground
dead all around.
I meditate
on life.
On death. Is there more to it?
Is there more then what we know.
Or think we know.
Its peaceful here I
could take a nap.
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