Les Wordsmore Poems

I'd love to write a poem for you
Want to make it good
I want it to be romantic
As you might think it should
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Echoes turn to ecstasy
As empty halls
Fill with love
Hallowed hollers
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To you I give tulips. I have two as well
Yours are the two lips that stores cannot sell.
But these tulips I've purchased have fulfilled their duty,
To chiefly, if briefly, remind me your beauty
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Be still, my sweet
Until again we meet
Be quick, my feet
And return me to shore.
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All the eyes I've encountered,
Brown, hazel and green,
None truer, none bluer
Than yours have I seen.
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My love is a run-on sentence
Not sure it will ever end, don't think it needs to
Each time we speak our minds
Keep coming up with more and more to say, another and another
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Well you are you and I am me
And we are free, my friend
Well I am here and you are here
The time is near, my friend
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The future is here
I'll say it again
The future is here
Two thousand ten
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In her backyard,
Severed telephone wires streak across
The waning crescent moon.
Smoke rises from the empty garage. Complacent,
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Dusk comes earlier these days.
By neighboring headlights and the end
of our joint, I reflect on my hair
in the window, sprouting out my wool cap.
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