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Carlisle Turner Poem
I slowly cut a corner off my prize
No cause to hurry, see I at this time
To savor, such a treat sees no despise
If one knows not this joy, that is a crime
The layers compliment this god-like cream
The smooth caress of chocolate is joy
The combination is much like a dream
My senses it so fully does employ
I do not need a house or any clothes
My mind is full of thoughts only to know
When next taste I the sweetness of my rose
But I would wait a hundred years of snow
If love is like this sweet patisserie,
I think my life consists of it and me.
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Carlisle Turner Poem
Gregor the slowest
Felt nothing but fear
To prove he was worthy
He must kill a deer
A great giant bat
Was chasing him far
He ran and he ran
Towards that tiny North star
The deer weighed a lot
Tied to his small back
He tripped and he fell
He was under attack!
He drew out his sword
Sort of stumpy and dull
And brandished it boldly
Like the horn of a bull
He slew the fierce beast
Stabbed him with a strong hand
Then he continued to travel
Just like he had planned
But he, he was careless
Not looking around
Big lots of danger
So soon would abound
He tripped and he fell
Like the cretin he was
Right into the swamp
Full of monsters and fuzz
Then all of a sudden
He felt a strange thing
A nip and a nibble
And then a sharp sting
He jumped like a moose
Right out of his skin
He saw a large rat
To his leg it did cling
A bash of his hand
Then a kick and a stomp
But to no avail
The rat did still romp
He sat in despair
He cried and he sobbed
And he could not swim
So he had to bob
A rat on his leg
And his face in the mud
He would have been dead
He was in deep crud
But Harry was near
The God of the Dumb
A snap and a crackle
He was out of the scum
Hooray! he did shout
Yippee! and Booyaw!
Then he sat down to chat
With his savior, the God
“Oh dearest Harry,
My life you did save
To tell you my story
You must be the brave
It is very thrilling,
A strong heart you must bear
I’ll start from the outset
Its truthful, I swear!”
Gregor felt empty
He needed a friend
He came across Zera
His heart she to mend
But she was a princess
A beauty, a crest
Gregor needed some help
To prove he was best
So he went to the wood
To kill a great deer
He rode off like lightning
Just a small bit of fear
Deer large as a house
Ran into the path
Gregor ran after
But got way off track
Lost as a donkey
He neighed and he brayed
Galloping in circles
His terror displayed
He sat down and cried
But out of the night
Came a huge giant bat
All ready to fight
“And that is my tale”
Said he with a smile
Harry sat straight
And thought for a while
Then he got up and took
Gregor by his small hand
He led him back home
To his native land
Harry led him to Zera
So he could say hi
He said hi very well
And his fortunes did fly
They fell deeply in love
And had many kids
Now Gregor has friends
And a few little squids
And that is the tale
Of poor little Greg
His fortunes did rise
Right out of the dregs
With some help, he flew
Right out of his hole
Didn’t need to dig down
Like a little blind mole
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Carlisle Turner Poem
Sadness surrounds me
Like falling snow
Piling up all around
Deadening the sounds
That come with our world
Floating through the air
Out of control
Falling
Falling
An open field where
Snow erases individualism
Hiding the beauty
Nothing stands out
Blank
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