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I've been having drink's setting through the night
thought i should write it down before it leaves my life it's so hard to explain
wasting time writing rhymes is a passion of mine and your picture can't get
off my mind
You say you're looking for a partner of some kind and
something about crime all that's fine but i'm not doing
no time!


So may i call you Bonnie
If my name is Clyde?




E.M.P
12/15/17

Wintertime
Wicked wind outside
Staying indoors
Waiting for friendly wings

A glass of wine
Hearts glide
Streams interweaving moors
My caring robin sings

What a joy!
Plain pleasure
Delightful and Divine

Naughty boy!
Unpretentious treasure
Could you be mine?

I should clean you more often, so i hear
From the bugs that came out from there, last year.
I should care and tidy, what others don't Got,
I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot.
It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw.
Cause,Under the fridge, is what they saw

Believe me when strangers first arrive,
Their just looking for a puddle, so they can dive.
Come in scrounging for more than a key,
soon enough desperate enough, to drop to their knees,
under the fridge is where they'll Check,
make sure its shiny, not with a single spec.





people like to go around and snoop
Like-wise my dog, in the neighbors chicken coop

Every sunrise starts with a sunset
The sun even shines on the cloudy days you just have to look for it
Look at me as I am not as
I was
Marriage is a two way street that just happens to run in the same direction
A positive attitude equals a positive life
No one is perfect so be yourself
Be the best person that you can be, be yourself

I adore coming the first thing in the morning, whether alone or with someone, I always come between 5 and 7 a.m, 365 days in the year!!!!

ANT
you cringe you flee
but I stamp you out
You are no more

Yet we share endless living
for neither of us can experience
an existence that has ceased

You ANT
unable to even
dream of Immortality
have thus escaped it

I who once yearned for it
am inevitably
its prisoner forever

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
Of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not, rather find,
Strenght in what remain behind.

poem of love poem of night the poem that end of the above of the sky one you love ones you live ones you die ones you go to god in heaven there bird of the sky that fly on up the sky ones there love there allways great match for everyone this poem that i made up just came too my mine let me know what yall think i try too write poem but it kind of hard too write it down god come first all of the people that is around the world as to live wow liveing in the world

Forget what you have heard
On subject, predicate,
That these are merely words,
No detriment, nor benefit.

Not “sticks and stones “ these words,
Are so much more than just,
Nouns, adjectives and verbs,
Said in earnest or in jest.

They make a statement cogent,
Words have value and weight,
And in pressing moments,
Are a prison or escape.

We cry and we laugh,
At life and paragraphs,
In books that we have read,
And what has oft been said.

For worse or for better,
We submit to the letter,
Whether in law or in scripture,
Of events the predictor.

And we must be stricter,
Make words an elixir,
As if bought from a vendor,
We must always remember,

Silver-tongued men days past,
Set other mens hearts ablaze,
T’wards the good or evil task,
T’wards comfort or malaise.

So before you speak and,
Before pen and paper,
And before you click send,
Be certain don’t waver.

Let wisdom first abound,
But hold all men to account,
Let every phrase inspire,
Lift lowly heads up higher.

Here there is more power,
With every syllable,
For test and proving hour,
And days most difficult.
WBJS 7/10/22