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Animal Alliteration

Alphabetical animals all around:
Angry army ants,
Busy buzzing bees,
Carousing calico cats,
Dancing dolphin duo,
Eerie electric eels
Fancy feathered flamingos,
Graceful grey geese,
Harmless hairy hamsters,
Interesting itchy insects,
Jolly Japanese jellyfish,
Karate kicking kangaroos,
Lonely little lizards,
Many mischievous monkeys,
Numerous nearsighted newts,
Old ornery otters,
Pretty pink pelicans.
Quick quacking quail,
Rockin’ Red Robins,
Slimy sea slugs,
Terrifying Tibetan tigers,
Upstanding undulating umbrellabirds,
Vicious vandalizing vultures,
Warbling white whipperwills,
Exotic examining extraterrestrials,
Yellow yoked yaks,
Zonked zoo zebras.

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Garden of Woes

Twinkling little elephant toes
 Prancing through the Garden Of Woes,
 Sniffing daisies
 With his long dainty nose.

 "Good morning to you", 
 says a cute butterfly.
 With cheeks glowing pink
 The mammoth creature whispers, "Hi".

 Turning from pink
 To bright crimson red,
 He bats his lashes
 And hides his head.

 As the butterfly turns
 And flutters away,
 The prancing little elephant
 Continues to play.

 I realize then
 That it's time for bed.
 Cuz, the dancing pink elephant
 Is all in my head!

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Trippin' Out

Here I sit
 Watching time go by.
 I'm all alone,
 But high.

 I think I'm "Trippin' Out", without a doubt.

 Everything seems to be spinning.
 I see two frogs playing poker.
 And neither one's winning.

 I'm "Trippin' Out", without a doubt.

 The phone rang,
 I answered my shoe.
 I couldn't remember
 What to do.

 I'm "Trippin' Out", without a doubt.

 I heard the doorbell,
 And wondered if he or she
 Would be able to tell.


 That I'm "Trippin' Out", without a doubt.

 So, I didn't answer the door
 And decided to get stoned some more.
 So I lit another joint,
 And to get right to the point.

 I was "Trippin' Out", without a doubt.

 My eyelids sank,.
 And my mind grew blank
 As the world moved farther away.
 I woke up the next day
 With these words to say,

 I was "Trippin' Out", without a doubt. 

(per contest rules - Influence was Marijuana)

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Butterfly Kisses

A tiny little butterfly
flutters by,
I can see a twinkle 
in it's eye.

He flutters away
then back again,
All the while I wonder
where he's been.

His fluttering wings
tease me so.
Then he lands gently
On my nose.

His little feelers
tickle my cheecks.
I wonder what 
This little guy seeks.

This encounter 
I can't dismiss.
I think it was
a butterfly kiss.

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The Windmiller's Guest

Her smile was as sweet
As Barvarian Cream
She could only have come
From a Windmiller’s dream.

Perched against the railing
She looked up at me.
Her eyes were as  blue 
As the midnight sea.

Mesmerized by her beauty
I could not speak.
Her very presence
Made me weak.

The beautiful creature 
Blew me a kiss
Then disappeared
Into the Abyss.

My heart and mind 
Are now obsessed.
Longing for the return
Of ‘The Windmiller’s Guest’.

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Your Place

You asked me over to dine,
 And there we sat and drank some wine.

 The atmosphere was pleasant
 As I watched you cook our pheasant.

 I helped cutting the tomatoes
 While you stood and mashed potatoes.

 When we finished the salad,
 You sat and sang me a ballad.

 Then you finished cooking,
 And I didn't even bother looking.

 Then we sat down to eat,
 And I could barely stand the meat.

 The gravy was one big lump,
 And I thought I saw something in the potatoes jump.

 I know you tried,
 But the biscuits were kind of fried.

 Next time you want to dine,
 My place will be just fine.

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The First Day Or Last

She looks in the mirror full of anticipation.
 A bright shining future with a good education.

 A beautiful smile with deep defined dimples.
 One day at a time, life seems so simple.

 Up bright and early, so happy so bliss.
 Hair styled perfect, nothing amiss.

 She picks up her perfume and gives it a spray.
 All primped and ready to start this fine day.

 She grabs her suitcase from under the bed.
 On top lies her husband, a hole through his head.

 She remembers the beating.  It was the last.
 With a gun in her hand, she remembers the blast.
 She takes one last look before leaving the past.
                Then closing the door….
                 ….it’s freedom at last. 


Originally, the entire poem was going to be nothing more than a reflection of the girls life and her view of herself. Then....I couldn't come up with an ending without going on and on....so, just ended up with a "twist" to end it. (To anyone in such a situation, I am not and do not condone the shooting of someone as an "out" for domestic violence, as sad as it is, I can't condone it, you do, however, have my heartfelt sympathy/empathy and understanding). Love Ya

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The First Day Or Last - Rewrite

She looks in the mirror with great hesitation.
 Unsure of the future, will she find peace or incarceration?

 A beautiful smile with deep defined dimples,
 Life for her has never been simple.

 She takes a deep breath and a moment to pray.
 She has to be strong, there’s no other way.

 Her suitcase is packed under the bed.
 On top lies her husband, a hole through his head.

 She remembers the beating.  It was the last.
 With a gun in her hand, she remembers the blast.
 She takes one last look before leaving the past.
                      Her first day of freedom….
                       ….Or is it her last? 

I submitted the original to a poetry site to receive some feedback. Well, the moderators of the site tore it to shreds! They had nothing positive to say about it. So, upon their advice, I did a rewrite. They preferred this rewrite. (Personally, I like the original and I think this rewrite sucks). 
 I would love to know what you guys out there think. Thanks

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We Can Still Be Friends

When my eyes met yours
 And yours met mine, 
 I thought from then 
 Things would work out fine.

 My hand in yours
 And yours in mine,
 I didn't think we'd ever
 Run out of time.

 But I forgot 
 That life does change, 
 And the thought of you
 Slowly faded out of range.

 I hope...
 With all my heart,
 That my loss of love
 Didn't tear you apart.

 This is true 
 It hurt me so,
 To have loved you 
 Then let you go.

 If your broken heart
 Does mend.
 I want you to know,
 We can still be friends. 


This the very first poem I wrote, about 36 years ago!

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Forbidden

Mine?

 In his arms
 He held me near.
 I ran my fingers
 Through his hair.

 He kissed me softly
 And made me sigh.
 Our love for each other
 We couldn't deny.

 The night was beautiful,
 Gentle and free.
 I wish that night
 could always be.

 But away he went
 And here I wait.
 While he's at home
 With his loving mate.