Justin Reamer Poems

I am sorry, sir,
But I must admit
That I cannot understand you,
They say my IQ is extremely high,
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My dear,
Let me tell you
That when I write
This poem about you
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Things, things,
The king of vague words,
Who knew who came up with it,
When they're for the birds?
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Humiliation, embarassment,
What is there to forget?
You feel those butterflies in your stomach,
When someone drops the net.
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Happiness is something,
That I can hold onto,
For it is the greatest feeling,
That I have ever felt in life.
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Frustration is my
Worst enemy,
From what I can tell,
For I hate it when I am
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The train
Goes on and on,
Going like a whistling
Behemoth,
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The giant vehicle,
Spinning its wheels
Round and round,
Gradually goes forward,
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Dear Commander at the Roman Emperor's court, you chose to be a soldier of Christ and dared to spread faith in the King of Kings-for which you were condemned to die. Your body, however, proved athletically strong and the executing arrows extremely weak. So another means to kill you was chosen and you gave your life to the Lord. May athletes be always as strong in their faith as their Patron Saint so clearly has been. Amen.
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Wondrous Saint Anthony, glorious for the fame of your miracles, you had the happiness of receiving in your arms our blessed Lord as a little child. Obtain for me from His mercy this favor that I desire from the bottom of my heart: that I may one day make peace with the enemies of my past and that I may one day find the perfect person in this world who complements me.
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