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Beetle Bard Poem
Sleep for in time you must awaken,
And rise as lazerus from ancient ground,
'Fore the great star in sky has taken
To Its goodly perch on horizen's crown.
Under midday orb, glory's golden hue,
Laborous tasks will you duitiful give
Though praises recieved will often be few
By sweat of brow, does your family live.
These tasks may not be heroic in form
But herculean are they in their need
For without such hardships leaves kin forlorn
The father must his progeny to feed
But now it is time to lay head asleep
For noon tomorrow you sow what you reap.
Copyright © Beetle Bard | Year Posted 2015
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Beetle Bard Poem
Wake me up.
Cold embrace,
Wake me up.
Soft hands encase,
Wake me up.
A dream so sweet,
Wake me up.
Nocturnal treat,
Wake me up.
It's all a lie,
Wake me up.
Alone I cry,
Wake me up.
End this freight,
Wake me up.
Turn on the light.
Copyright © Beetle Bard | Year Posted 2016
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Beetle Bard Poem
I never knew the feeling,
Of the middle of the road.
Life always sent me reeling,
Seldom sat in my abode.
Love strongly for forever,
Hate stronger twice as long,
True happiness and pleasure,
Pain swallows up my song.
Never 'almost' or 'kinda, sort of',
Neither 'nearly' or 'feeling grey',
Just black and white emotion
Not knowing what to say.
I never knew the feeling,
of the middle of the road.
Life has always sent me reeling,
always reaping all I've sown.
Copyright © Beetle Bard | Year Posted 2016
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