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Derrick Foster Poem
It’s just the aside that resides
Therein lies the (funny)
In between the (funny) lines
Find the humor in the parenthesis (funny)!
An understated (funny) thought
Is it a true statement?
Or wisely cracked (funny)
Sometimes sarcasm (funny) is planted in the middle
No matter when it’s received or how
Even right in the (funny) center
It’s (funny).
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there is beauty
as far or near as
the eye can see
sometimes we have to
close our eyes and
open our minds
to see it.
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she's in the whoosh
feel her span through time
it's all relative
across dimensions
and into space
bigger on the inside
smaller to the seeing eye
walk around her
you'll see
but step inside
and the venture begins
she's an old girl
stuck in the form of boxy blue
past her prime yet still as sturdy
she'll dematerialize at will
speeding through rifts
explore her corridors and discover her anew
enter other realms, pasts and futures
she's been at the beginning and to the end of time
her companions many
yet the one who's steady is a mysterious man
one called Dr
but no one knows Who
except her for they've been together through ages
only to get to say hello toward the end
she's a reliable old girl
who's traveled many worlds
she's seen thing and heard tings
you'll know her by the sound of her whoosh
as she comes and goes.
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I reach out by sight
To pull the sky to me
I gaze far into the distance
Willing destination
Mentally hoping for someplace else
Feel the newness in my bones vividly
In discomfort, I want to bring the sky to me
From the other side
By imagination I can change my mood if I can relocate
Change my position or destination
And so my mind travels beyond limits
as I wish for new sky
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Roar of a snore
Heard it before
Intense urge to wiz
Felt the call that is
Awake too soon
So far from noon
Early to rise
A primal surprise
An annoying jolt
Stampeding down Jurassic Park
Up all night, pitch black dark
Toss and turn
Oil to burn
Seething at the snort
Restful slumber to abort
No excuse for this abuse
Ring the alarm, light a fuse
Snored awake, sleep do shake
Awful Fright, this late night
Pitch black dark
Jurassic Park
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as fair as fair goes
a fair is a place
where people take rides
if you are expecting fair
you'll be taken for a ride
equality you say don't be fooled
nothing ever measures up
when you pit one thing against another
nothing is ever fully the same
not even identical twins
there’s always the slightest difference
we live in a fair is foul
foul is fair world
ala Shakespeare, we judge harshly
only to quip, 'that's not fair'
when tables are turned
as fair as fair goes
and that's not fair
don't get stuck on a ride
if you do find yourself
moving in uncontrollable motion
try to hop off or enjoy the ride
as fair as fair goes
and that is unequivocally
not that far...fair
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However we got here
It was on
The same thought
For a brief moment
We decided
And arrived
At a point
At the same time
Us on a bus we on a trainof similar mind
Together
In the same line
Momentarily
Of a similar mind
The world truly is connected
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Little beggars with wings
Little bully birds
Adapt to their environment
They eat quite well
Better than most
Little feathered urchin
Little pavement peckers
Evolve into winged cons
They fence quite well
Slyer than most
Those impressive beggar birds
Those resilient creatures
They easily make their way
They live a lovely life.
Surviving better than most
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Energized happy
Changes snappy
Speeding trains
Traveling the same
On a journey
For favorite scenes
Random choices
New soundtracks
Spark emotions switch gears
Swallow fears
Exchange glances
Taking chances
Spending the day
In a usual way
Time spent
Going the distance
To journeys end
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She will let you have it
The truth that is
She will do it with humor
When necessary
But do not get it twisted
Truth is her game
She does not mince words
She’ll say what needs to be said
So before you run for cover,
Listen to what she has to say
She will hit you over the head
Until you figure it out
She has no need to shout
She will let loose with a bevy of truth
You have no choice but listen
She will do it with zeal
For she has that Camille Appeal
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