Juan Olivarez Poems

Bruce is hurt today,
He got stung by something bad.
My leg is hurting, he seems to say,
Can't put it down, I feel so sad.
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A smiling face always wins,
The frowns over to your side.
There's nothing like a toothy grin,
To make a scowl go hide.
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I love mustard on my burger,
I love mustard on my fries.
Mustard is on my cup holder,
And it's gotten in my eyes.
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Can you tell a mocking bird to stop,
Singing from the very top,
Of the live oak in the back?
Can you make that old man move,
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There's a little blue eyed monster
Running around my house,
A little blue eyed monster,
Sneaking quiet as a mouse,
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To wake each day, to me is joy,
To rise from the bed on which I lay.
To wake as when I was a boy,
And praise the lord for one more day.
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There is a spectre of a girl in grey,
That walks along a road at nights.
But disappears with the coming day,
And is never seen in the morning light.
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The water is murky, and refreshingly cool,
On a hot summer's day as we dive in.
This is Chavira's canal, it's not a pool,
We dive in naked as original sin.
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The storm has knocked out all the lights.
And all is dark in this stygian night,
A scratching sound and a match ignites,
Bathing the room in a ghostly light.
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A melody I shall impart,
Which dwells within this lonely heart.
And continually courses through my brain,
In brightest sunshine, or in rain.
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