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fishing excitement great,
landing one is fun,
to the water I must go,
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on the bank I do stand,
baiting my hook and casting the pole,
watching for line dance,
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moments of time tick,
awaiting a fish to bite,
fishing pole jerking,
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pulling to set the hook,
the fishing line is pulling my drag,
excitement flows,
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seeing the big fish swimming,
pulling it to the waters edge,
grab the fish to unhook,
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pushing the stringer through,
wonderful fish finally caught,
to the pan he goes so tasty,
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Cast thy stone, like a fire climbing a tree,
highly strung, its fuel you need,
powerful, can carry a heavy load,
no question, a Fire Horse you be!
Inconsistent by nature, procrastinate but not in love,
your alluring beauty defined by a coat,
to cover with lust and a heart of gold,
fire burning inside, unbridled and afloat.
Motivated by a strength of will,
like the painter, color shining,
to create a picture from canvas,
it comes alive, the masterpiece is never blinding.
Fire Horse, free-willed, extraordinary,
an independent soul, sometimes forgetful are you,
your loathe of waste, drives you arbitrarily,
unwinding beauty, unenvious, you're never ice blue.
Oh ye Fire Horse, searing smoke in isle atoll,
galloping across the sea of life, fire heating the shore,
flames of love rising, burning within your soul,
a tsunami of devotion, your mane ablaze evermore!
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Power in the night time
flowing down those pole wires,
bless electricity!
your breakers not thrown,
bright light for everyone to see,
bless electricity!
armature moves,
electro-mechanical,
bless electricity!
tesla coil fires,
transistors begin switching,
bless electricity!
amplifier energy,
music notes play,
bless electricity!
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There was a woman named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did follow,
She lost all her house,
Much space she's without,
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!
Now this lady named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did dream,
Her house hard to clean,
Yelling a maid she not be!
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson.
So our woman named Ene,
Ole Mr. Ferguson, a hoarder he be!
Her house is a mess,
To fight she confessed and lost I digress,
Let's all feel sorry for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!
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one heart black an blue
abandon cold immortal few
love annihilate by you
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bleeding in duress
a knife stabbed thy love to death
the heart is split into
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life in emptiness
blackened loneliness
covered thorny wreath
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please save loveless me
love fountain do cleanse over thee
father time repair
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love overjoyed
open heart wishful warmness
amorousness gold
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Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
Directing their tracer fire across the sector,
Over the bloody scene carnage is a spectre,
Many have perished because freedom is not free!
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Friendship
No matter how misconstrued,
one may be taken,
a gentle heart,
will never change,
and always shine through,
A friend,
that don't understand,
take their voices, pro or con,
with a pebble of rock salt,
They be what they have to be!
A friend nothing more,
and for sure never less,
that unknowingly to you,
is the measurement of their rule,
in your hand you carry,
For if one measures something else,
they're using the wrong scale,
while one may be mistaken,
their friendship ruled together,
will never be forsaken,
With that in mind,
like Jesus, the great carpenter,
he who builds a colossal house,
together our planks of companionship,
will build a friendship that can never be torn down!
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Oh majestic peaks,
standing so tall,
the points never meager,
uplifting like the beautiful dowager.
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The greenery covers,
like a flock of plovers,
and a blanket of fibrous wicker,
near the rocky slopes that flicker.
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The sunlight is poking through,
and a wall of clouds of suspended dew,
a stand of conifers abridged,
growing across the green mountain ridge.
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Oh Green Mountain, so rich in seeds and nuts,
like the early bakers torte,
your cool mountain streams,
cleanse thy body and make me gleam.
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Matilda
As I gaze into olive eyes,
what beauty I see,
amorous in view,
habitat disappearing, no trees.
Matilda,
Your stare is mesmerizing,
venom from the pit,
colors of black n' yellow hues,
where the fangs are split.
Matilda,
Mighty black horns you display,
zigzag markings shown through,
enslaved by merchantry, can't stray,
moving silently, even without a coo.
Matilda,
Where are you at?
why are you hidden from thee?
vanished in the bush,
no beauty do I see.
Matilda,
Disappearing is the kush,
your home's in muse,
extinction parallels the bush,
habitat drought n' plethoric abuse!
Why can't we let them be?
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On a battlefield so far away,
those marching soldiers never play,
all scanning the horizon,
a target in question,
freedom defender,
with their rifle,
bayonet,
combat
boots.
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