James Irwin Poems

Soft warm sand felt beneath my feet.

Summer days...lost to a comfortable heat.
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On The Farm there was an awful flutter,
when one night...the Chickens started to talk, and one even developed a stutter.

Awoken by this ever so strange noise,
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I am not a torn Rainbow... overcome with a droplet of fire,
neither am I smoke filled rooms of mystical thoughts,
all drenched in my own selfish desire.
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On the evening, of past Christmas Eve,
a family got a shock...when Santa Clause, wouldn't leave.

Drunk and abusive... he told them all,
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It hides from me,
where ever I may be.

Love has no face.
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The girl I love has gone away,
on my knees...I begged her to stay.

She was my love, the only one that was true,
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Over a Beer a Psychologist once told me...that there are only a few that he never understood,
and the worst out of the whole lot,
was that Little Miss Red Riding Hood.
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The cumbersome fool,
who staggers and all,
all the way of a stagger.
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Never had a call to hope im OK.
Never been asked... if I had a nice day.

And never given, a single chance to shine,
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Did you ever hear the full ending of the Three Little Pigs tale?

In the end...the last little piggy had to sue the builders
when the foundation of his brick house...did fail,

and on top of that...
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