Lamar Cole Poems

Shelby was her mother's little saint.
A little girl who loved to paint.
She could make those brushes paint a scene.
Of beautiful and vibrant color schemes.
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The fish began to feel elation.
Because he thought that the fisherman was going to show him consideration.
He thought that he was about to be released.
But he broke down and cried.
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She thought when I die.
I hope that my soul flies high into the sky.
On its way to the heavens above.
To be reunited with the people I love.
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He tried to change her into somebody she didn't know.
But she decided that it was time for him to walk out the door.
Because she enjoyed being herself.
And before she would become a woman who was just a shell.
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She spoke but he did not hear.
He might as well been born without no ears.
She kept begging and pleading for him to do right.
But he kept on screwing up with all his might.
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She knew that her fruit had power.
She could make him feel tall as a tower.
Or she could make him cower.
When she got pissed off at him, she withheld her fruit.
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He was worried about going into old age.
She told him that it is just another life stage.
So she made a lustful plea.
She said, come over here you mature stallion and hump me.
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Dear cellphone, how did I ever live before you?
Without you, I am so unhappy and blue.
I need you to be with me wherever I go.
Even in the bathroom where the commode waters flow.
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