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I stole this poem, yes I did
It isn't mine to publish
But every word I write myself
On paper reads like rubbish.
...

o widow! what is it you mourn?
is it the man? or labor borne?
the loss of love? or yea the past?
perhaps that beauty cannot last?
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i walked a mile in her shoes
(but where they led i'll nary tell)
for not the same i'll ever be
(alas they hurt my feet as well!)
...

4.

her pen met the paper
a dot, jot, a tittle
a letter a word
then a phrase then a verse
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can i tell you a secret?
i'm not supposed to tell
a secret all about you
that pertains to me as well
...

silent stoic
strong as can be
why would he need
a friend like me?
...

when i lay me down to sleep
i see her face appear and then
within the dream i ask implore and beg her
please don't come again
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This old man named Balco
He lived down the stair
With old fashioned trousers
And thinning white hair
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there's a place in my heart only you know
where no one else will ever go.
that no one else could ever find.
an attic deep within my mind
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who are you
without a name
without a face
without a voice
...

they say a song cannot be true
without an ear to hear

therefore courage cannot stand
...

through the sultry night
i begged for a puff of breeze
or one drop of rain
...

13.

"Mother", we asked
"Are you dying today? "

I'm under the weather,
...

I played with fire
with my fingers
It burned too close the pain still lingers
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one night from dreaming i awoke
and pondered 'til the dawn
pages read the night before
and road my life was on
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spring is here again anew
yet vibrant greens shade faded blues
i lost my love in winters chill
the sting and cold i feel it still
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I once fell in love
On the back of a train
Through the urban decay
Of a city in pain
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I make the best cookies! And you'll like them too
The secret ingredient is gloppity glue.
I start out with sugar I mix it with spice
I use a big spoon and a big bag of ice
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i once knew love that wouldn't die
it lived and loved but lived a lie
to leave this love i had to try
i lied to love i know not why
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Robert Smith Biography

Teacher, writer, business owner and musician originally from New York, now living in California and Denmark.)

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I Stole This Poem

I stole this poem, yes I did
It isn't mine to publish
But every word I write myself
On paper reads like rubbish.

This gem says all I want and more
It shines my beacon bright
It's everything I would have said
If I knew how to write.

Women, gold and accolades
May rain down from the sky
I deserve to taste these things
Just once before I die.

I stole this poem, yes I did
To my eternal shame
I pierce my conscience with my pen
And sign my bloody name.


(Inspired by 'STEAL THIS POEM' by Brian Mayo)

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