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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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.
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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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