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More of My Poems
Some of these poem I wrote myself and some I found ENJOY:-)
~Untitled~
Is it true that ribs can
tell the kick of a beast
from a lovers fist?
The brused bones recorded well.
The sudden shock that hard impacked,
thin swallen lids sorry eyes spoke
not of lost romance but of hurt.
Hate is often confused it's limits
are in zones beyand it self,
and citise will not learn that
love by nature strikes a pain on equal down rack.
~Untitled~
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Give me your hand...
make room for me to
follow you beyand this
rage or poetry. Let others
have privacy of touching words
and love of loss and of love,
for me give me your hand.
*~I say~*
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies,
I’m not cute or built to suit fashion model size.
But when I start to tell them they think I’m
tellen lies. I say it’s the reach in my arms,
the span in my hips the stride in my steps and
the coral in my lips. I’m a woman phenomenally,
phenomenal woman that’s me. I walk into a room
just as cool as you please, and to a man the fellow
stand or they fall down to their knees. Then they
swarm around me like a hive of honeybees. I say it’s
the fire in my eyes, the flash in my teeth, the swing
in my waist and the joy in my feet. I’m a woman phenomenally,
phenomenal woman that’s me. Men them self’s have wondered
what they see in me. They try so much but they can’t
touch my inner mystery. When I try to show them they still
can’t see. I say it’s the arch in my back the sun in my
smile the grace in my style I’m a woman phenomenally,
phenomenal woman that’s me. Now you understand just
why my heads not bowed. I don’t have to shout or jump
about or have to talk real loud. When you see me passen
it ought a make you proud. I say it’s the click of my heals,
the bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, the need for my care,
I’m a woman phenomenally, phenomenal woman that’s me.
~Guys and Lies~
You looked into my eyes;
all you told me were lies.
I gave you my heart,
and you tore it apart.
I was blind, but now I see;
your love wasn't meant for me.
You took your love away;
I'd never see it another day.
I stayed in my room,
and all I did was cry;
I felt like
I was about to die.
I began to pick up
the broken pieces of my heart, one by one,
then I saw you one day,
and again you won.
You had me gazing into your eyes,
AND THEN I REMEMBERED...
ALL YOU DO IS TELL ME LIES!!!
~Couch~
I remember telling a friend
that what he called
"love"
the rest of us referred to as
"sneezing"
I don't wish to upset you
but in this light
with that hair...
I may have a
cold
coming
on
~I'll Title This When I'm Damned Good and Ready~
I'll never see a verse
As ugly as an eggplant
As twisted as my underwear when I awake.
To see a dawn I now despise
Because it's always in a better mood
than I am!
I hate the rain because it
just encourages
life.
I hate the night because the bugs
always head towards my bald spot.
I hate blue skies because they make the sea
somehow redundant.
You know, I'm old enough
that all it takes to tick me off
is being conscious!
I envy rotten vegetables and beetles
on my windshield
because they never have to suffer
in the morning, when they're zipping up!
Unlike us hairy bipeds;
who never had a chance
because we're stuck
on some substandard planet!
You know,
I doubt
I'd even mind the times
when God was pissing on us,
If, just for once,
he'd leave the seat up
when he's done!
~On the Relative Value of Food Groups~
What's all this about wanting
Peas on Earth all the time?
What's wrong with corn, or carrots?
Why don't we ever wish for "World Broccoli!"?
Or ask our children for a little "Cucumbers
and Quiet!"?
Why is it, when we're troubled,
we never pray for "Inner Apricots"?
How did this incredible obsession
with vegetables,
ever begin?
It might just be, however:
that if everybody gardened;
they'd all get along
better
with most of their neighbors.
~Don't Quit~
Dont quit when the tide is lowest,
For it's just about to turn;
Dont quit over doubts and questions,
For there's something you may learn.
Don't quit when the night is darkest,
For it's just a while 'til dawn;
Dont quit when you've run the furthest,
For the race is almost won.
Don't quit when the hill is steepest,
For your goal is almost nigh;
Don't for your not a failure
Until you fail to try.
