Author: Unknown
Why have so many secrets
what do you have to hide
is it just your regrets
or is it that you lied
You talk so long and often
and plan a rendezvous.
Hearts begin to soften,
thoughts of what could ensue.
When things are left unsaid
and closets not unsealed
the folly when misled
soon will be revealed
The problem when you’re lying
is remembering all you said.
Soon to be sent flying,
caught out and left for dead
The moral of this poem is
it’s as easy as it seems
the reward for being honest is
the fulfilment of your dreams
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Posted: Mar 2011
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Author: Unknown
Three casts, three fish, now that's some fun,
Our supper caught at dawn,
Before the blazing summer sun,
Has come to beat upon.
It's my first time for fishing here,
This farmer's pond so clean.
The grass is lush, the sky is clear,
Ah, what a perfect scene.
But there are rules, this pond is his,
Attention I must pay.
So I head home, 'cause limit is,
Just three fish ev'ry day.
Three casts, three fish, I tell you true.
A fisherman I am.
You think that I would lie to you?
I'll prove it with my cam.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Okay, so it was way more than three casts, and well past dawn before I got my limit... I caught two on the first two casts and got overly optimistic. It took hours to get that ever-elusive third fish. All fisherman are not necessarily liars, we just don't let the truth get in the way of a good fish story - or poem...
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Hello out there in poet land!
I'm 60 and I got a lil' green
truck for Christmas!
That's all I got but I don't care..
All day long I play with my lil
truck
I even go to sleep with my lil
truck..
Would you like to come and play?
I roll my truck up and down the
walls..
All over the floors I DRIVE!
It's so exciting!
The big girls sometimes want to
take my truck from me but I won't
let them..
They tell me stuff like, When are you
going to go back to work and get out
of our hair?'
I just laugh and keep playing with
my lil green truck..
Mabey next year I'll go back to work..
Mabey when I'm 85..
You would like my truck ..
It goes Zoooom!
Mabey next year they'll buy you
a lil green truck cause you can't
have mine!
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Posted: Jan 2012
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Ok..So I'm up early this morning..lol
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Are you smarter than a highschool dropout?
Cause there's gonna be some consequences later
Officer Officer
Now we're back in jail
Are you smarter than you used to be?
Are you smarter than a highschool dropout?
Grab some weed and a bag of shrooms
Officer Officer
Now we're back in jail
So are you smart enough for state prison?
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Parody of one of my favorite show songs, Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader? I think it would be funny to have a show with high school dropouts as the kids helping some contestant answer the questions.
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It was found on the street,and then put in the trunk.And it topped off a full load of nothing but junk.Though it no longer ran,but was so very clean,`twas the junkiest junk that ever was seen.When I got it home,they said "see if it starts." Then I had noticed,its missing some parts.So I then looked around for some parts I could use,then I had thought,how much time could I lose? So I looked at the clock and I found lots of stuff.Then I had wondered,is all this enough? I got it to work.It worked well but was old.I decided to keep it unless it got sold.Many things have I found,all that had been thrown out,and that`s what this story was really about.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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I wrote "The junk collector`s bedtime story"simply to put into words what is one favorite American pastime.As a part time flea market vendor,I just hate to see anything good going to waste.If I find stuff that nobody else wants,I will find out why they got rid of it.If I can fix it,OK.I might use it,keep it,sell it,or trade it.If nothing else,use it for parts to repair other stuff.Some stuff that`s no good I might still save to use as an example to match up replacement parts.If I find something and then discover that its` completely worthless,I can always just put it back where I found it.What really gets me is that people throw stuff out 5 minutes before they need it,only for me to fix it and sell it right back to them.The resale value is ultimately,only as much as what people are willing to pay.But if you have a lot of good used items,if you sell it for a cheap price,you won`t be able to sell it fast enough.
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If I boast about my skills,
It's not that I pay my bills.
My flaws are easy to see ,
If you hang around me.
I try to be kind to all,
But my mouth may be my fall.
If you check my under arms ,
You may have some alarms.
I'll have a bath today,
Last one was Wednesday.
But if you check my heart,
You'll have a surprising report.
Some say it's made of gold ,
It's formed by much untold.
Hardship and pain can create,
A lot of sympathy for the lame.
Everyone has their story,
Listen and you may feel sorry.
So if I'm gruff and crude,
It's not because I'm rude.
We are shaped by this world,
And a product of that mold.
Some are proud of being good,
Others just dream of the Could.
I thank God I'm alive today,
His divine protection, I say.
I won't deceive or trick,
But it's hard to be perfect.!
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
written by me ,Bink
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With no pockets in my garments
I am bound to leave this world.
I'm going to the Kingdom
where I'm the Kings wayward girl.
We've had a strong thing goin' on now
for a real long time.
Once and accountant to that Fiddler,
I am become His laughing Bride.
Well, I won't be goin' without you
because you know that ain't the way.
The King doth wait eternally
for all who've gone astray.
He's a real mench like no other:
His patience has no end.
He will lift you up on Eagle's wings;
Your broken heart He'll surely mend.
Now we're all goin' to the Kingdom.
Our only choice in this is "When".
You can choose to hate
and languish,
or you will the world befriend.
For the Kings so loves His children
that He'll never turn away,
and when you come into the Kingdom
your comin' home to your own
wedding day.
Don't need no pockets in my garments,
Love is all that with me flies.
It's only Real if its Eternal,
so Love is all I leave behind.
They can't tax it.
They can't steal it.
It doth not rot nor oxidize.
The more you give it,
the more you have it.
Love is the treasure of The Wise.
Yeah, we're all goin' to the Kingdom.
Our only choice in this is "When".
You can choose to hate
and languish,
or you will the world befriend.
For the Kings so loves His children
that He'll never turn away,
and when you come into the Kingdom
your comin' home to your own
wedding day.
Callaghan Grant 2010
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
After the death of a friend who was also a song writer and singer, this set of lyrics popped into my head, along with a tune, while I was thinking of my departed friend "Mr. James". I felt like he was singing it to me.
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A chicken and an egg were lying in bed,
The chicken grinned and moved his head,
He was smoking a cigarette and had a satisfied smile,
The egg in contrast was frowning all the while,
The egg muttered with a forlorn expression,
“Well I guess we answered that old question!”
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
Maybe this is the answer to that age old question.
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online today!
Within this flower of a rose
A single drop of dew
Cascades its fount, and now are tears
Cried for the man she knew.
Dainty lashes - wet with tears
Emotion over flows
Her heaving bosom ; - dare no one say
That moss about her grows.
Too soon forgot, and racked with sobs
She really knows not why;-
It was only for a few weeks,
And he was just another guy.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Mar 2017
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There once was a time, when I truly felt loved...
Like God was watching over me from heaven above...
There once was a place, in this cruel cursed dark space...
Where Angels embraced my sad face...
There once was a time when I couldn't understand...
The demons that haunt me,...how could they demand?
It's like I've surrendered.... how could this man stand?
In the presence of the demons demands...
Such are the hazards of being human I guess...
I know I am blessed when I pass these hard tests...
The Angels that comfort, and Angels that cure...
Obscure this cold dark fallen world....
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
This poem was originally written for a dear friend of mine after several personal discussions with him regarding his particular challenges at the time. Jim was, and still is an incredible person....his legacy will live on forever, and his extremely strong testimony of our Dear Saviour Jesus Christ has all but ensured his well-being eternally. God bless you my dear brother, you have been an amazing friend to me and so many others here. You will be severely missed.
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