Tentative Poet Poems

You taste the meat before me
Feel the medium-rare texture of
The steak, its juices oozing
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He's sure deep within
As sure as if it were
Stabbing his insides
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Instead of sitting under
the Tree of Life,
contemplating its meaning,
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Thawing my reluctance
Melting down my insecurity

Till fear gathers
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the pale sky cries.
yes, it cries the cry of birds

lost their way,
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It is certainly not a crime
If your poems do not rhyme
As a matter of fact it's now thought
It may be better if they not
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Living happily ever after became such a chore.
Their faces stiffened from all that smiling.
Gray clouds chased away blue skies, and
It rained so often they couldn't take walks
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Because he would be horrified
If he found himself inside one
He is such a serious fellow
He discusses the state of the world
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the trees outside my window
know my name

their leaves whisper secrets only rains know
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my true name is latebloomer:

i never strike when the iron's hot
or catch the early worms
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