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Gary Watkins Poem
False kiss
Ends tryst
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2014
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Gary Watkins Poem
he stares at the hearth
thinks stockings belong in pairs
and Elvis plays on
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2013
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Gary Watkins Poem
Sun spawned rainbows dance
spun from a hanging crystal
nature’s disco ball
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Gary Watkins Poem
On the first day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . a cut-rate Canadian Pharmacy
On the second day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . two insurance quotes
On the third day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . three free credit scores
On the fourth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . four grow your *****
On the fifth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . five thousand dollars guaranteed!
On the sixth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . six extended warranties
On the seventh day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . seven stock alerts
On the eighth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . eight work from homes
On the ninth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . nine Nigerian emails
On the tenth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . ten get out of debts
On the eleventh day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . eleven singles meet ups
On the twelfth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . twelve hot Asian brides
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2013
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Gary Watkins Poem
You've got to choose,
to walk in those shoes,
to pay your dues,
to sing the blues.
Something so right,
all shiny and bright,
don't just come in the night,
you've got to bleed and fight!
And when you are winning,
it's just the beginning,
there'll always be new things,
out there for the taking.
Bells, whistles, and fluff,
how much is enough?
Do you need all this stuff?!
Can you call your own bluff?
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2015
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Gary Watkins Poem
Moonrise,
wolf cries.
Owl glides.
mouse hides.
Black masks
raid trash.
08-18-2014
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2014
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Gary Watkins Poem
Winter Blues
A cold chill filled the air.
A frost lay on the grass.
I didn't see the ice
and fell upon my ass.
I stood up very slowly,
with many huffs and groans,
my whole attention focused
on the aching in my bones.
Some think the season's lovely,
with snowball fights and such,
until it's time to shovel,
then they don't like it much!
Next year will be much different,
at least from where I stand.
I'm moving to Miami,
and working on my tan!
Gary S. Watkins
11/09/2015
Write me a Winter Poem – Poetry Contest
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2015
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Gary Watkins Poem
A language with so many sides
makes it hard to decide
which words I should use.
I get so confused!
Don’t throw out the baby with spilled milk?
Turn a sow’s ear into a purse of silk?
That bridge has sailed or burned, I’m told,
It seems this dog has grown too old!
A house of cards divided can’t win them all?
The grass is always greener before the fall?
I really should be sawing logs,
Instead, I’m kicking sleeping dogs!
A bird in the hand gathers no moss?
When you come to that bridge, look before you cross?
My chickens hatched before I could count them,
And there is no brass ring at the rainbow’s end!
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2014
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Gary Watkins Poem
kiss
squeeze me
awaken
the love I thought
lost
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Gary Watkins Poem
the gift just arrived
yes I really love it she says
looking for a receipt
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2014
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