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To all poets we call
your name's on the wall
may you never fall
on Valentine's Day

To the home all alone
forget what was sewn
get on the phone
on Valentine's Day

To the injured and ill
write on with will
can be a helluva skill
to get through Valentines Day

I knew your silhouette and I can not stop thinking,
I learned to dream and I'm small the way I love you
you are indispensable even within what I do not think
You go beyond the deep and the intense.
I walked in your paths, I climbed your skin
I defeated who oppressed your love
cross the limits of your heart
there is nothing that makes me retreat.
Become mine, leave more than a few minutes inside of me
Stay away from what bothers your happiness
I knew your silhouette and not thinking
that dreaming of a way of life is the best thing I learned.
I love you

Considered lines you caused

I sat outside in the sun today, it poured on my face,
And I was in languid contemplation, whilst you were in a race,
I thought of how very dear to me you alone have become,
And how my heart in your hands, may finally have found its true home.

I was thinking of your incomparable wit, when I send you my lines,
How you break me down into more perfectly designed designs,
And how you show me all the things for which there are no words,
And how you take me by the hand into such pleasant new worlds.

I was thinking of you and all the good things you do,
And how you done them not for glory, for so few ever knew,
So few knew the things you done, for no other reason than being good,
And how you took the time to understand, and said little until you understood.

I considered these lines as I drank my coffee on my summer chair,
And how my life would be ever rich, if you were somehow there,
There to share our words, our kindness and all of our joys,
You forgive my imperfections if my words sometimes annoy.

I considered your heart and how so very kind you are,
In the skies of my lonely nights you are my guiding star,
You are bright and sparkling and you add your cosmic dust,
And now you are at my poetic heart’s core, by breaking through the crust.

All you need is some love
fits warm like a glove
maybe for you its from above
descends like a dove

All you need is some hope
to ease the prevailing slope
then its much easier to cope
Xmas card from the Pope

All you need is some cheer
to dampen the fear
now what do I care
if some stop and stare

All you need is some dollars
and a good set of molars
the bears are all polars
the cells are all solars

Just a few silly lines
to waste some more time
in these troubling times
I'm just happy to rhyme

I think I'll die before I live
from time to time, I suppose
life seems more take than give
a cynical opinion sometimes shows

Michael, Gabriel or Azrael may
come to bring me my pink slip
and leave my future in disarray
ticket punched for the return trip

yet if I can get the jump on it
go ahead and postulate anyhow
a posthumous life might better befit
than what I've got here right now

today's stance an intractable position
a life well lived, for argument's sake
could depart now of my own volition
and leave some witticism at my wake

then folks who knew me, not one iota
could say "just seemed to be so content"
"though lately colder than North Dakota"
"To hell is what I think was meant"

and maybe I'll live on in my words
to make life both meaningful and bold
'stead of day's living for the birds
a posthumous life a thing to behold

'course I might need to think again
considering all the prose and cons
my best thinkin' might be just insane
afterlife might be a big come on.

maybe it's not any better than this
my Shangri-La might be right here
too hard to look back and reminisce
if I just posthumously disappear

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-27

It seems there are lonely people everywhere
looking for the one person to fulfill their life;
how many of you are genuine out there?
How many of us will find husband or wife?

If nothing else ever comes of this trial,
At least I can always say it was fun to look.
I’ve met and talked to men both funny and vile,
but hey, you have to at least try the book.

When all is said and done and I give up
this futile search and understand why I’m alone,
that’s the day my true love will show up
and it’ll be too late for us; I only hope I’m wrong.

But you have to wonder, don’t you?
And how will you know unless you try?
There isn’t much to lose but time and you
may just get lucky once before you have to die.

In your company,
I discovered a calm.
A sense of freedom,
Without any harm.

three people read my poem a day
shit that's three more than none
WELCOME TO MY NEW HOME

Welcome here you all
And my, you got so tall
Mom, your hair looks great
As usual dad is late

Latently late on such a day
He hasn’t seen me since I went away
Dad’s hip hurts and his hair is turning gray
But the game of my being ever wrong he’ll still play

Mom, how’s Aunt Sally and Uncle Joe
I know both of them move very slow
Their son Derrick comes to visit when he’s able
And he brings along his girlfriend named Mable

So tell me is the house in good shape?
And how about that lovely landscape?
I always loved that 300 year old oak
And when I was a child I believed that tree and me spoke

So Derrick, you knew the tree with wisdom one learns not in school?
It said “Sometimes one must but it’s better never to break a rule
But I wouldn’t listen to the old oak tree whenever it spoke to me
And that’s why I’m behind bars for twenty to thirty-three
© 2011.…~free cee!

A ROYAL REVERIE (i'm ready for my closeup mr. demille)

She sat by A brook of beauty
Liquid
Flowing gently
Rippling
she seemed too wondrous to wonder why she came to me
a calming brook, a cerulean blue sea
Cascading over rocks a billion years old
Well rested
yet and still over tested
As an old oak tree spoke to a weeping willow ‘twas heard to say
“weep not my rooted friend
For we all must meet our end”
The storms
The frozen Friday afternoons
And the heavy humid and horrid heat
Just relish in the fact that you live aside a brook of beauty
and pay homage to the foliage as your duty
that brook of beeauty will ever flow with liquidity................ downstream
Alas, the lovely was only the star of my dream
© 2011.….~free cee!~ Phreepoetee

I, I CAN TURN A SKY BLUE BUT NOT FOR YOU

There’s this woman who goes by the name of Mrs. Satan Incarnate
And I hesitate to use the word “hate”
Because my mama always told me to say “I don’t like something or someone”
And If you met her in person you’d swear she was a nun

But under her Habit is a nickel plated 45 caliber gun
Well I don’t need a gun, knife or spear
To beat you at your own game my dear
and these are words you need to hear

She always thinks she can outdraw me with her speed
But she knows not I enjoy making people bleed
Metaphorically speaking of course because that would be a horrific deed
still and all I don’t dig her the way I abhor gregarious people and greed

She thinks I’m a criminal who she can’t trust both day or night
And about that only she’s god-damned right
I don’t play no games and especially with women like her
Because a headache and nausea are all that which will occur

Hey baby, I ain’t no chump I’m a champ
And on your mouth I’d like to place a clamp
You write things about me with which I agree
But I’m advising you against discovering what my anger can degree

I can stare at The Holy Bible and make it burst into flames
And I think you must know how I take advantage of dames
So keep riling up my anger and you will see
Precisely how petulant and impatient I can be

So here is some advice you best heed
You are and have nothing I need
So don’t mess with me Mrs. Satan Incarnate
Because you will fleetingly discover the havoc I can create
© 2011.…,~free cee! Phreepoetree