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Gerome Gepigon Poem
A man and woman
Lived side to side
A tree and English house
A pen is found on former’s hand
That knows no fetterings
His tales are based on happiness
A simple life with a tree
While all the while the woman sighs
The binds of residency
She brings her ladder down to him
Slowly down the tree
To invite him into her bleak
And somehow make him stay
The scarcity of the man’s life it seems
To be her serenity
And sadly so, she is declined
By the man who bears her love
A tear then falls to the saddened house
Accentuating the depression
A drop, five drops and a shower
As the skies sang with her sadness
The sky that longed the woman’s touch
Has decided how he could love her
The hardened tree falls at the man
In solemnity he was crushed
To which befalls the irony
Her then desire was to be gone
Two bodies felled to the silent ground
The woman and the man’s
An oak that fell at storm’s command
A crime of love it seems
Love lost, unreturned and forever gone
Longings torn from the hearts
Copyright © Gerome Gepigon | Year Posted 2008
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Gerome Gepigon Poem
The poet sat deep in thought
The cat thought how it could eat
The duo were so busy
A mouse just went quite quick
The poet raised his finger
And the cat aimed its paws
It was going to get its supper
And the mouse would be in a plate
The mouse saw the cat there
Underneath the poet's feet
He didn't want to be dinner
Who would want to be
So he planned his little escapade
And the cat thought of his tummy
Been rumbling for 12 hours
Since the poet wrote his poem
So the cat jumped at the little mouse
And the mouse jumped at the poet
And a rumblin' and a tumblin'
All happened that day
The cat clawed the poet
The poetry was ruined
The poet was so angry
His head erupted too
All brains were in the living room
And the mouse ran for its life
While the ambulance made its way
And the paramedics were shocked
To see the brains in the floor
While the cat was still hungry
And nobody paid him heed
Poor little cat he is
Lost his master and his prey
Copyright © Gerome Gepigon | Year Posted 2007
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Gerome Gepigon Poem
The rain fell down the rooftops
The children ran with glee
The rain kept on pouring
The frogs began to sing
The croaking just continued
The bathers danced in praise
The poet is singing
The rain is pouring still
The rain seems flowed down the street
Beyond the metropolis
It reached the far-off places
Fields filled with grain
The fields were quite muddy
The farmer rejoiced in the rain
While the prose is being written
To be told the next day
And the sky roared with thunder
The lightning burned the clouds
The poet, he is writing
Underneath this unsafe place
His mind is full of rain
Of frogs and happily
His quill and ink are flowing
Rain seems to be my glee
Copyright © Gerome Gepigon | Year Posted 2007
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Gerome Gepigon Poem
You seem to be downtrodden now
So many falls
All aches and moans
Some pep squad spirit is your need
And here is mine to make you pleased
You cannot do it
Yes, you will fail
Think this can get brighter?
No! It'll get worse
You are pathetic
You are a drawl
So you want inspiration?
Well, here is mine!
For many victories were sparked by ache
And not all smiles the successful man makes
For most of part you need a frown
A bar, a challenge to take you down
So when you expect to be inspired
Hold on to your seat and invert that smile
You'll never do or make it out
Disprove what I said and prove me wrong!
Copyright © Gerome Gepigon | Year Posted 2008
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