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(gun Control Poems) An Innocent Bystan...
Had a long chat with a hand gun today, Quite a misunderstood fellow, He said he had so much he wanted to say, Shockingly meek and mellow,
A Sunday Morning Love Song
Warm February wishes ride the breeze While our window breathes just a bit, I smell the rain that wakes the trees From this bedroom, ever so slightly lit,
The Mimosa Tree
Long before I first opened my eyes- Mother adopted a baby mimosa tree, Firmly rooted in the center of our front yard, Beyond a patch of Lily of the Valley.
Who placed the stray hair in our gravy? An abandoned god moping from his mountaintop? An angry soldier ousted from the new world navy? A hacker sipping cappuccino at the corner coffee shop?
24 Hours To Live
Christmas was truly magical, Sharing love’s tender gift, To sing a merry madrigal, And ring in a New Year’s riff!
4 Days Of Rain
Various remembrances, these four days of rain! The light bulb I poem by blew without a word, Though true inspiration sought the paper plain, It's purity safe with my creative senses slain,
Working On My Crazy
Woman I admit I’m crazy, I’m either too damned busy or lazy, I’m either way too hot or bitter cold, I’m a great big hug or hard to hold,
Amid The Lights
On the side of a well-paved highway, Just beyond a trail of gravel and waste, A small wooded area thrives unnoticed, Shielding civilization from the rat race.
A Hasty Funeral Arrangement
My sons, Dad is out here, And with all his imperfections, It's better that you stood clear While I battled my life's corrections,
God's greatest gift, the devil said, A work in progress, dubbed love, From a baby's bed, to a coffin's dead, Every pair of wings takes the traveler below or above.
And A Tombstone
There once was a time without you! A diametrically opposite darkroom, A magical and moonless night, A sudden delivery room light.
A Waste Of Space
Our world is getting old again, No longer disguising our age from space, We've danced too long with the crumbs of our kin, Fate ever envious of earth's beautiful skin.
Guide me right, Don't warp the past, My potential is vast, Guide me right.
Lost in the plastic and advertising, The bottomless corporate greed, The birthday wish we are glamorizing, All the numbers, the nuts and the need,
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(gun Control Poems) An Innocent Bystander
Had a long chat with a hand gun today,
Quite a misunderstood fellow,
He said he had so much he wanted to say,
Shockingly meek and mellow,
Parted with two bullets yesterday,
The others were home feeling yellow,
Bullets long to be lead astray,
Their chance to jump out and bellow.
With bullets as friends who needs enemies?
Handgun was somewhat amused,
Mumbled about weak peace treaties,
Insisted his family were used,
Cried for JFK's and King's memories,
John Lennon still had him bemused,
I avoided World War inquiries,
Locked him and he...