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| Stain |
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| Trimmed nails Coiffed hair Pressed shirt and pants Tidy car Clean-shaven Zit-free complexion methodical actions Brushed teeth After every meal Washed hands Before eating one Everything in its place Clutter-free Pristine I'm the spot on the glass the stain on the rug The loose hem on your pents leg the crack in your bathroom tile The wrinkle in your shirt sleeve the cleaner missed with his iron The mess is all in my eyes so don't stare for long... |
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| Added On: Tue Dec 14 2004 | Hits: 2 |
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| Spring Sings |
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| ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spring sings Sprouting mushrooms, Dandilion rays,This is the reborned Season full of purpose and praise. A tribute to life with these months bring, Its spring! Its spring! The morning glories sing , marigold afternoons. Lady bug lies,Weeping willows weep at dusk as the fire flies spy. An Angelic Owl cries watching the small and meek. warning its trumpet from the predetors creep. The crickets sing in harmony,The misqitos drink from thee, all is in unison the moon become the night spring sun. Its spring! Its spring! End written by K.M.M 4-09-05 ~~~~End~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Poetry Cafe Reader v2.0 |
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| Added On: Thu Aug 25 2005 | Hits: 2 |
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| SOMETIMES |
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| Sometimes,I need you as much as you need me, and sometimes I want to be a better person,than you need me to be. Sometimes I forget that,I have to show you how to grow,be a good person,for future sanity. Sometimes,I have to be careful,that you don't act too grown, sometimes,keep you from hearing my conversations,keep you in your own zone. Sometimes I have to keep you as close as I can, so that I can keep you from the arms of a nasty-minded man. Sometimes I have to push you closer to your dad, to provide you with the best of both worlds,so you'll be happy,not mad. Sometimes I need to teach you things,you don't understand, independance,love,responsibility,so later on,as you become a woman in society,you know where you stand. Sometimes I make it clear,just how much I love you, and always let you know,I couldn't make it in this world without you. DEDICATED TO:ARIYONNA ROBERTS |
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| Added On: Wed Apr 27 2005 | Hits: 2 |
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| Social Justice |
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| The political sphere is altering my head bleeding from confusion so give me a reason to start the intrusion. Many have died for justice and love I believe in feedom from above this control you call government has been very taxing so don't make me go faxing. Have you seen this heavy mist of rain? Coming from the capital reminding you of a slave, the bottom are poor with sorrow while the top is rich with hunger On a cold and rainy day our leader gives his speech, but look no further and say no more here comes the protesters that never vote I've said too much so let me conclude with a nay, Nay for those who want unity without proper representation. |
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| Added On: Sat Apr 3 2004 | Hits: 2 |
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| Shakespeare |
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| Bill Shakespeare and I move on by The tended gardens in Westbury Riding on a drunken donkey, we ran Out of water four days ago, so we all Are drinking cheap wine and now Three asses pass by the briar, only the Animal able to walk as we can hardly Even read, he asks what my words intend And I can only reply that they are for the Readers to identify with in a personal manner “Strike”, was the word I used while whipping the Beast of burden who can no longer feel the sting, numb My heart often feels the same, Bill refuses to understand Why an audience should be inclined to read into the written “But you should see her eyes”, repeat in a warm coma, he chuckles Finishing a sonnet to lost loves and setting suns, digging a quill into my back I can feel every word as he holds my waist with one arm and fumbles With parchment and pen with the other, as a mouth pressing against A pair of new lovers lips, the passion overwhelms the senses, a warm coma wonderfully Lost, the soft yellowing lights dance reflections on the Thames ahead, home soon Finally he speaks, crossing his T’s, “I understand young man, muses can see Through the eye of needles”, adding for some reason that he is a Jew or Gypsy I feel it’s time to stop in more ways than one I cannot relinquish her face from my mind’s path as we wind on the West Bank, and we’ve been going for days so I decide To get off the animal and lead it and the poet in a lazy crooked lone, but at Least I’m walking on my own two feet the ache on the Soles is easier Than the pain above, “Please stop rhyming”, clamors the Playwright, he’s Trying to think of a better think of a better ending to comedies and tragedy Maybe I suggest we should just all take an intermission and meet in the dark Corners of the theatre and converse awhile, the show will go on even if We decide not to return for the final act hand in hand we can cross The Vauxhall Bridge as the curtain falls as gentle as the light rain, in The dawn we can reach a Buddhist temple and smoke and drink midnight Coffee, glances of yearning swinging like a pendulum, arms across shoulders Like a loose pearl necklace, conversation warmer than tea The fog lifts as we rise to our feet for a stroll in circles, looking down At our watches only to remind each other the destination is only in the round Silk cogs replace passing of tender moments, the tick and tock and linen springs, Long and quick circles time a dance when the arms of are so often apart, remember We only have a minute when we cant tell each other from another Your small hands taken in mine, five past one, three fifteen, midnight And the beginning of another day with you, count the hours To get lost in the seconds, Shakespeare might not agree but I don’t write for Queens, I write for a women who makes men kings |
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| Added On: Sun Nov 28 2004 | Hits: 2 |
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