• More of this-and-that…provides for more to know;
    Endless knowledge nourishes a clever wit–to grow.
    Expansion answers questions to enhance the mind;
    So, nothing remains undone, but the ignorant kind.

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    More of this-and-that…provides for more to know;
    Endless knowledge nourishes a clever wit–to grow.
    Expansion answers questions to enhance the mind;
    So, nothing remains undone, but the ignorant kind.

    Mill around some evidence–found in water books;
    National Geographics reveals hidden nany crooks.
    Wonder and amazement opens a sense of beauty;
    Awesome!…struck with a world of booktime duty.

    Scan minds…struggling through identity numbers;
    Einstein made brief notes to a physical encumber.
    Confusion depends on a measurement of standing;
    Flying with numbers…describes a proper landing.

    Researching the human body–an organism of life;
    Biology prescribes education with a probing knife.
    Factual details–suppose tissue formulation correct;
    Flesh and blood provide a bloodwit for the intellect.

    People dwell on the earth, who hardly know facts;
    Comfortable money is a privilege to set them back.
    Reading print is common…for an exertive concern;
    Books are under-the-sun, on every subject to learn.

    Numberless documents…on the beauty of education;
    Knowledge neatly packed–into a silence of isolation.
    This!…adds more reason to that–like habit learning;
    Silent knowledge…ignores another world–is turning.

    Simple beauty lays open…for all to share the wisdom;
    Compassion concerns the knowledge of this kingdom.
    Children arrive–passing promptly to age dissolution;
    Booktime offers no peace…during this cold isolation.
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  • Read my lips, alas, turn-up your hearing aid!
    Attention folks!…beware of a wild life today.
    Young and old are generally things in motion;
    Transportation could face a great commotion.

    Commotion is certainly a thing of joy–we do!
    Sunrise begins…a congenial greeting with you;
    Practice makes perfect sense…at some odd time.
    Afterwards, you could witness a corrosive mind.

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    Read my lips, alas, turn-up your hearing aid!
    Attention folks!…beware of a wild life today.
    Young and old are generally things in motion;
    Transportation could face a great commotion.

    Commotion is certainly a thing of joy–we do!
    Sunrise begins…a congenial greeting with you;
    Practice makes perfect sense…at some odd time.
    Afterwards, you could witness a corrosive mind.

    Vexations come upon the aged and the young.
    Don’t sweat the small stuff…we’re having fun.
    We’re endowed with love, inspite of fussy stuff;
    The bumpy roads are mild, when life gets rough.

    Jeanne maintains pleasant…the whole day long;
    She smiles to brush away a fitful vexing throng.
    Dispatching transport as a lubriant roller game,
    Buses are rockin’ and rollin’ with a nagging pain.

    Ideas come into flow…within our office space;
    Rosie redspruce, set Jeanne to a worthy chase.
    Attempting some skill–touching at raw nature;
    Pruning the branches with a stretching stature.

    A jovial disposition is the life of Orange County;
    Open your laughing heart to a delightful bounty.
    When struggling with age has lost its vital glory,
    A Trainor tells a Harry joke and a chuckle story.

    Strange bed partners bunk with a brown recluse;
    A red neck hicky, and a spider…won’t turn loose.
    You may prefer a poisonous type–that’s just swell;
    A boil arises–lemon side, and takes awhile to heal.

    Passengers rush to reach appointments on time;
    Just rockin’ & rollin’, with Charlotte’s web incline.
    Let a shameful honor haunt the guys who died,
    Leaving dazzled wives with a zipping zesty ride.

    Words!…like a delicate twist in a caustic spin;
    Spinning Trisha so closely on the edge of men.
    Distinguished notes–sweet jesters in a crump;
    Tender!…resembles Trisha’s edge…in a snap.

    Scoot’n’ scooter Charlie…dazed on main street;
    Cruising downtown…was the wrong place to be.
    A roadhog with a wheel…took his scooter down;
    Stretching ole Charlie–layed out on the ground.

    Rattle brains find amusement in rattling cages.
    Linda’s bus is equipped with nonsense gages.
    She can rattle a rattler ’til the rattlin’s done;
    No nonsense!…Linda, calmly equalizes the fun.

    A calm demeanor…revolves through the room,
    While big-hearted Glen diverts ominous doom.
    Conscious health is a matter of daily concern;
    Slender to his wife, while his heart grows stern.

    When all is lost, and Bobbie is in search of Lee,
    She hangs on…to a balancing act, desparately.
    His mind is wandering around for a radio check;
    One false idle twitch, and she’ll wring his neck.

    An amiable boss administers–from another room;
    Transportation has overcome the impossible gloom.
    Paula keeps the wheels a rollin’ service–countywide;
    Vehicles continue to function inspite of a dumpyside.

    Crank the engines, and serve the poor a rolling meal;
    Service is natural for these Orange County wheels.
    A side-venture for transportation…is an aging deal;
    Over the Vidor tracks…appears “Meals on Wheels.”

    Whatever we said!–half employed with foolish ways,
    Our motely crew…floats about–some dazzling days.
    Serving Orange County neighbors…is a funny scare;
    Spending a few nice days with gentle folks who care.

    This county job says it all, and luckily, halfway done;
    Serving the old senior community…is a treasure fund.
    Hopefully, an unbalanced youth will make a discovery;
    Wise old folks pray earnestly–for a painful recovery.
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  • Neighbor, relate to me…of golden years;
    Especially the ones with thrilling cheers.
    Take a happy moment, or perhaps, two.
    Reveal pleasant things expected of you.

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    Neighbor, relate to me…of golden years;
    Especially the ones with thrilling cheers.
    Take a happy moment, or perhaps, two.
    Reveal pleasant things expected of you.

    Mix some feelings with a conjecture ascent,
    Whether years will arrive–straight or bent.
    Chronical concern predisposes me, you see;
    Perhaps, those golden years are not for me.

    There is a social disturbance–all around.
    Some rumors practically cover the town.
    Folks talk about a raucous of some kind;
    Claim! that years pass quickly with time.

    How does time appear when it arrives;
    Do years become golden–dead or alive?
    Suppose years of gold are hard to find;
    Alas, time surmounts…without a sign.

    The ebb-of-time is hardly prepared for me;
    Physical persuasion…isn’t very convincing.
    Even so, professionals are pleased to help;
    They can set the golden years–in a snap.

    If golden thoughts are previous to submit,
    Check a silver jerk, where a joint don’t fit.
    Level hips just may transport a lame brain;
    Snap! pop! Silver legs, with a golden pain.

    Neighbor, you express the density of gold;
    Oddly, time is a yearly persuasion–unsold.
    File with a lawyer; get free from this crap;
    Golden folks are resolved to take this rap.
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  • Disturbance poses a condition of this ole world,
    When a cheery upstart merits a hug from a girl.
    Suspicion turns heads, and rapidly spreads fear,
    Tho’ malefactors serve hopelessly toward cheer.

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    Disturbance poses a condition of this ole world,
    When a cheery upstart merits a hug from a girl.
    Suspicion turns heads, and rapidly spreads fear,
    Tho’ malefactors serve hopelessly toward cheer.

    Loose intentions mingle, sadly tripping on thrills;
    Lust preys upon innocent girls–to rob and steal.
    Cruelty angles and twists…to enhance the media;
    Nonetheless, crimeless victims report to Kramilia.

    Entertainment ravishes, by spreading the news;
    Victums contend to struggle with perilous blues.
    Opportune publicity carries stones of wild trips;
    Jumping on conclusions…for innocence to whip.

    A delightful ole crust…deserves to be bothered,
    Inspite of affection, he motions with a daughter.
    He refuses to allow a twisted mind–bits of woo;
    Confidentially, congenial friends share hugs, too.

    Gossip tramples on hearts…without any relief;
    Relentless voices stimulate a reason for belief.
    No blame is accepted, for this news reputation;
    Stories pass carefree–from station to station.

    Belief, or supposedly not, injects commonsense;
    Truely, falsehood is quick with a clever defense.
    Suspicion-wise, determines the wisdom of truth;
    Careless gossip slinks about an offensive proof.

    Natural enemies long for the hug of new babes;
    A fortunate persuasion…the news media made.
    Twisting this ole world…in search of pure minds,
    Innocence radiates sunlight–by a natural shine.
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  • A woman intuition is a delicate place to dwell;
    Be advised, her directions are twirling around.
    Man will swear, she has a floating sense to tell;
    Up appears obvious, while her choice…is down.

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    A woman intuition is a delicate place to dwell;
    Be advised, her directions are twirling around.
    Man will swear, she has a floating sense to tell;
    Up appears obvious, while her choice…is down.

    Time will prove wit, as a dilemma of dilatation;
    The feminine brain expands little sense…a tall.
    Man Learns the phenomenal: 2-sided selection:
    An obvious down!…is actually, up!…with a fall.

    Practical intelligence requires a sensitive smile,
    Which heals a multitude of self-inflicted frowns.
    If man determines…she deserves an up, awhile,
    He resembles her favorite…impractical clown.

    Loosely judging the mothod of a better choice,
    Man displays an edge, subject to her discussion.
    She is pleased with his direction–with his poise,
    Until hell breaks loose…with contentious fussin.

    Believe it!…or not, while misery loves company,
    Delight is a kooky little ding–an enchanting coy.
    Opposite directions pretend…a blind cacophony;
    Man loves woman, while blending a sense of joy.

    No concern will place a cause on man’s displace;
    Happily, he endures the saddest lovely condition.
    He has the right to be wrong in a woman’s race;
    Where else can doubt be an artistic deliberation?

    There are more sensible places for man to dwell;
    When oddly, womankind makes no sense…at all.
    Alas, nonsense brings joy, as she sweetly tells;
    Her downward direction…is twirl’n’ up, afterall!
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  • What allows crude tactics of audacity,
    to impede a gap onto her capacity?
    ‘Cause, opinions float in raging storms,
    jabbing disturbance into her charm.

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    What allows crude tactics of audacity,
    to impede a gap onto her capacity?
    ‘Cause, opinions float in raging storms,
    jabbing disturbances into her charm.

    Love yearns to chase a tender mutual;
    amiable bliss, for love is essential.
    Romance will not drive for the undriven,
    denying affection that is ungiven.

    A chase cannot be a chase…in a race,
    where love achieves no embrace.
    A bridge-of-dreams pace a gap-in-time,
    love closes-in on two hearts sublime.

    Male and female arrive at common vibs,
    as unified hearts see eye to eye.
    Social pest…stab her mind, with a nasty,
    criticizing pure charm and chasity.

    She knows nothing greater…in her mind,
    than stimulating the opposite kind.
    Attraction sweetly aims on concentration,
    placing a female in a male’s direction.

    Name an affection–with social validation,
    laying a path for her determination!
    Love!…is a matter for her chosen matches;
    matching love with rosebud patches.

    When two hearts qualify the ageless limit,
    crying for love, while she laments it.
    Death takes an equal heart–unto the truth;
    her young love remembers its worth.
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  • Time has come, then stories are told;
    Earth rotates…through hot and cold.
    Time bears life–for a perfect teach;
    Moments blink into a happier reach.

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    Time has come, then stories are told;
    Earth rotates…through hot and cold.
    Time bears life–for a perfect teach;
    Moments blink into a happier reach.

    Time reveals a true world to share;
    Open doors usher-in faith and care.
    Time appears as a marvelous thing;
    Hearts of gold, with diamond rings.

    Time explores this amazing world,
    Contributing eager boys and girls.
    Time grows more lovely wth trees,
    Song birds, and the sound of bees.

    Time preserves friendships to share;
    Investing substance–a cautious dare.
    Time remembers the richest stories;
    A choice renders a moment of glory.

    Stories survive for generations to tell;
    Spring follows the fall…to tell it well.
    Time moves-on…where nothing stays.
    Time has come; time has blown away.
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  • Hours float beyond hours: tic-toc, the clock.
    Each thought unwinds a speck in time;
    Fleeting concerns validate life’s design.

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    Hours float beyond hours; tic-toc, the clock.
    Each thought unwinds a speck in time;
    Fleeting concerns validate life’s design.

    A pulsive clock: a timeless tic; an endless toc.
    Tic-toc serves–even the incessant fool;
    Idleness can not escape an empty pool.

    Relentless spinning tics away–a way of life.
    Valuable moments spent in foolish haste;
    Thoughtful minds have nothing to waste.

    This circle of ticing requires the keenest alert;
    For an endless discovery gives nothing lost.
    A constant improvement reveals the cost.

    Ask not for vain power–betraying humility.
    But wait a moment, and share your time.
    Patience lacks values…in a prideful mind.

    Waiting disarms aggression, and conquers vanity.
    The ticing clock produces a peaceful will;
    Seek to be humble, submissive, and still.

    The signs-of-time forsakes the tic in a faded clock;
    Nothing can be done…to unwind the past;
    In a final tic-toc, time disappears–at last.
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  • Death occurs by the process of a living end;
    Passing…gave her body a spiritual send.
    Beyond that sacred demise, she finally knows;
    Since life ends, this!…is the way it goes.

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    Death occurs by the process of a living end;
    Passing…gave her body a spiritual send.
    Beyond that sacred demise, she finally knows;
    Since life ends, this!…is the way it goes.

    With a stroke of luck, she surpassed the buck,
    ‘Cause she resolved the buck…with luck.
    Briefly she tarries–to reunite with old friends;
    Ah, kiss goodbye…to this world of sins.

    Just as right as rain, with a straight-line brain,
    Death number one–eliminates the rain.
    Active vibrations…escapes to the world above,
    When her body releases a spirit of love.

    Five motionless days attend to bodily concern;
    81 years are laying to rest–well earned.
    Expecting her decease, stands a spring of life;
    From one to ten, she bore joyous strife.

    The breath of life persist with usual strength;
    Death number two–conquers at length.
    A rythmic rattle ceases, unto a spiritual prize;
    A reverent smile for her timely demise.

    Her aged heart-of-love, still continues to beat;
    Death number three–appears complete.
    30 fading minutes improve her waning wrists;
    Her anxious life enters a heavenly bliss.

    Ophelia’s existence is sealed upon a history line,
    For generations will read her eternal sign.
    Memories survive, while Ina Ophelia lives-on;
    Quietly, she gave-up the ghost…for home.
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  • They! are folks who will claim–some authority.
    You know, they!…those that ignore the majority.
    They’re given rights by manipulating the grounds,
    With an awsome power–thru smiles and frowns.

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    They! are folks who will claim–some authority.
    You know, they!…those that ignore the majority.
    They’re given rights by manipulating the grounds,
    With an awsome power–thru smiles and frowns.

    Confidence exists…upon laying down some rules;
    Judgement offers an angle that will control fools.
    Higher levels of trust allow the power they claim;
    They swear, nobody present will claim the blame.

    Eagerly, they seek for the pursuit of happiness,
    Even though power arbitrarily shifts to nonsense.
    They demand a kindly behavior…out-the-door;
    So, gossip-notes offend–to infest a social sore.

    Rumor has it!…cause they’re so confidently given,
    They reserve the right to alter the subject of livin’.
    Above the subject, they will grant and take away;
    Kindness may be real, but meanness is here to stay.

    Wrong! could be a matter-of-course as an attraction;
    Right!…feels properly tasty as a source of affection.
    They say, far too young…is old enough to know so;
    But, far too old…is young enough to be a so and so.

    They understand the essential way–that they ought;
    Power will coerce, and determine a path be sought.
    Back-in-the-day, they did things…for goodness sakes;
    Better days come, except for the changes they make.

    They are perfectly satisfied–their opinions are true;
    Heaven forbid a confrontation with truer things to do.
    open the mind and give the heart a chance to see,
    They are cool and powerful as the morning breeze.
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  • Give us your tired and your wretched poor;
    They will become citizens of freedom.
    America flows freely…with milk and honey;
    A Promised–Constitutional Kingdom.

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    Give us your tired and your wretched poor;
    They will become citizens of freedom.
    America flows freely…with milk and honey;
    A Promised–Constitutional Kingdom.

    You wretched souls of an obscure selection,
    Need a safe place to do what is right.
    Freedom naturally supports a mighty election,
    Shining brightly throughout the night.

    Fools, the invitation is a mighty refuge haven;
    Extended to all…as freedom draws nigh.
    Why refuse to witness the blessings of Heaven;
    Walking boldly!…with heads held high?

    How do fools exist…harboring a foolish heart,
    Once they step onto this promised land?
    A tranplant transforms an oppressive heart;
    Hope touches him…into a blessed man.

    You poor souls, who step onto American soil,
    We’re not your enemy, for heaven sakes.
    We are free to exist–sharing freedom with you.
    Americans together!…to do what it takes.

    The world is a common place for improvement;
    Opportunities adding to every existence.
    Why impose upon America–a threat to freedom;
    Destroying hope for poor subsistence?

    Be not deceived…into a terrorist attack.
    There are beautiful things to “live for!”
    Poverty may present stories of misery untold;
    But, does God!…bless you to starve?

    Foreign mad dogs will snap at American soil;
    Bite the wealthy hand that feeds poor man.
    When hunger pangs become sharp and cruel,
    Grit your teeth, and bite off your fool hand.

    Praise God!…whom you reverence so High.
    America provides this kind of freedom.
    Therefore, why do fools arrive with a plan;
    To contest this free American kingdom?

    Freedom is a principle some may question.
    As weaknesses abound within the system.
    One type: is an allowance for a weakness;
    A measure to “all” for this typical freedom.

    America promises a land of sad complications;
    Plenty of our own, and more to come.
    Problems are invited to come from foreign lands.
    Where else!…can the poor share some?

    There is no perfect solution to cover the world.
    Still, America is partial to the “have nots”.
    Terrorist, poor souls, and freedom seekers–alike.
    Look, before you leap! This is your best shot.
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  • Where there is smoke, there is an ominous fire.
    Whosoever shouts “alert!” is a misinformed liar.
    There is no dangerous clouds…seeking thought;
    Fire will only burn lungs, for a reasonable cost.

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    Where there is smoke, there is an ominous fire.
    Whosoever shouts “alert!” is a misinformed liar.
    There is no dangerous clouds…seeking thought;
    Fire will only burn lungs, for a reasonable cost.

    Freedom is on a speedway to burn a little money.
    Why waste it on necessity–like kids and honey?
    Billions of dollars wish–for the death of terrorist.
    Petition a therapist, with a national psychiatrist?

    Puff, the magic dragon, takes another poor boy;
    Fun!…is rather funny, until sin disavows his joy.
    Crazy!…describes the blackpay of a piper’s due.
    This is but a breeze, if hell–he looks forward to.

    Friendship is being friendly–sharing their smoke;
    Apparently, they wish every buddy would choke.
    My fair young boy is never alone with kindness;
    Thousands die yearly–in this magical blindness.

    The boy’s health is more precious than sunlight,
    Where angels protect him…in choosing the right.
    He has lost his mind, and will not awaken again;
    A terribly poisonous smoke emits a terminal sin.

    He says, the smoke is a harmless cloud to breathe,
    Like an invincible buc…scampering thru the trees.
    One puff…is never the last–in a million and three;
    Until finally, his lungs deny him oxygen to breathe.

    multimillion victims re-enter the disasterous smoke;
    Until the body is unable to endure the foolish croak.
    Smoke alert!…as clouds narrow-down to a funnel.
    My boy, there’s no light at the end–of this tunnel!
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  • Somebody sapped a cranky
    old chap, taking
    a nap beside the
    water gap.

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    Somebody sapped a cranky
    old chap, taking
    a nap beside the
    water gap.
    His wallet was snapped up,
    in his nap, while
    he slept near that
    ole gap.
    ‘Cause, he heard a tap in
    his nap, by
    some chap near
    his cap, on the shore
    of the gap.
    The old chap looked
    for a sap, who
    made the tap in
    his nap.

    But…by a rude tap awakening…

    There was no sap near
    his cap, to make
    the tap on the
    water gap.
    His wallet was snapped, was
    no doubt, but there
    was no sap on
    the gap.
    The old chap re-looked,
    and found the sap with
    a tap,
    who snapped his wallet,
    in his nap.
    Near his cap was
    the sap of
    a chap,
    who snapped his wallet
    as he slept, on that
    old water gap.
    So, who would doubt, …or think
    of the sap near
    his cap?
    The very sap who looked
    for a chap on the
    water gap;
    he zapped his cap…over his wallet,
    and made the tap
    in his nap.
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  • Time winds down to a slow-motion cinch;
    Years glide rapidly toward a deadly clench.
    Lifeblood maneuvers…into a hopeful mode;
    Descending far beyond a viable living code.

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    Time winds down to a slow-motion cinch;
    Years glide rapidly towards a deadly clench.
    Lifeblood maneuvers…into a hopeful mode;
    Descending far beyond a viable living code.

    Age endures punishment–of a social disgrace;
    Life denies the experience…of a learning race.
    Understood-lessons brings beauty to achieve;
    So long, as wise old folks are willing to leave.

    Suppose wisdom arrives…in the days of youth,
    Obviously, tantilizing age by ignoring the proof.
    Obedience may well beset–in Principles on High,
    Reaping rewards of social craft, by cunning lies.

    Concepts concentrate effort to enter the mind;
    While trusted…to deliver some appropriate sign.
    Polish smooths the heart, as life roughly obeys;
    Carefree opinions set laws for custom to betray.

    Teachable minds…are subject to learn foolish,
    As lively wisdom may be deliberately uprooted.
    Involve flexibility…with a rigid heart in motion;
    Never trust flesh, that produce laws of erosion.

    Protecting minds, while serving a physical body;
    Being sadly slighted, by percepts partly shoddy.
    The gift of life…lives to realize its own reward,
    While tissue bouyance floats convincing words.

    Eventually, kindness will establish to materialize;
    Neighborly love advances–on words of the wise.
    Such tender shields are destined for an attack;
    Although, self-defense will refuse to fight back.
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  • Mister Chesser has graced over 100 years;
    Loved so long…with his century of cares.
    This old world is like a comfortable cough;
    He wouldn’t kick if both legs were cut off.

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    Mister Chesser has graced over 100 years;
    Loved so long…with his century of cares.
    This old world is like a comfortable cough;
    He wouldn’t kick if both legs were cut off.

    In 2009, he is 103–yet, alive and kickin’.
    Preparing meals with the food he’s pickin’.
    Living alone, he keeps busy mowing lawns;
    Abiding his time, while life goes on and on.

    His beloved companion has passed away;
    Leaving him behind–alone!…here to stay.
    At age 96, she was hardly a spring chick’n;
    Attending her attention, with home keepin’.

    Over 100, enduring!…is along time to live;
    So he thinks, sharing the kindness he gives.
    Memories are now stored–for time to keep.
    Nothing is lost!…only the Lord’s lost sheep.

    Old friends gave up!…on getting any older.
    He does what he can–pittles a little bolder.
    After 75 years, his marriage is terribly lost;
    Since the wife is gone, it’s time to kick-off.

    Life has been real; a blast-of-time to see;
    The world is completely what it should be.
    Creation is fulfilled, with nothing to scoff;
    He wouldn’t kick…if both legs were cut-off.
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  • Wise travelers maneuver–carefully alert;
    side-stepping camouflaged crap.
    Intuition connects the wisest function,
    rather then, mis-taking a road map.

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    Wise travelers maneuver–carefully alert;
    side-stepping camouflaged crap.
    Intuition connects the wisest function,
    rather then, mis-taking a road map.

    Vice–linkage to vice, presents a path;
    poison is disguised beneath the dirt.
    Liars gladly rush forward with directions,
    unbeknown, as a tease and a flirt.

    With the cleaver view of an angled wit,
    chance perceives some survival.
    Self-defense deflects some bitter twit,
    when life gets longer–by revival.

    Youth is partial to a camouflaged jungle;
    denial…ignores their carefree aim.
    Strangers…to the prevalence of death;
    rash, with whatever they claim.

    Warning emerges from an age demise;
    dare not choose the foolish way.
    Death may decease–a trillion times,
    while fools impose…much to say.

    Match to love…with a heart’s content,
    ignoring the passage of life.
    Death receives the young, at times,
    leaving children to rear a wife.

    Wisdom sustains love–in all this crap,
    laying equally…onto young and old.
    Youth reveres age–loving the young;
    gathered, to conquer death in a hole.
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  • Hello, neighbor! You fill my head, I think;
    You cling to my brain, and refuse to go.
    Beautiful ideas finally arouse a missing link,
    As poetry vibrates me…to love you more.

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    Hello, neighbor! You fill my head, I think;
    You cling to my brain, and refuse to go.
    Beautiful ideas finally arouse a missing link,
    As poetry vibrates me…to love you more.

    Neighbors are content to dwell at a distance,
    Conversation stirs a mysterious surprise.
    You and I have met a familiar apprearance,
    We have discovered–neighbors are alive.

    Poetic macob explains an elegant romance,
    Intercepting a pre-rigor mortis creep.
    Innately, weird creatures will stealth about,
    While craving their most favorite peek.

    Please, don’t assume–a narrow lonely freak;
    Perhaps, you mean to enter my head.
    A diminished sense will turn romance cheap,
    Daring heads…unto a forbidden bed.

    Odiously, macob avoids the ultimate grave,
    While creeps cry-out…to raise the roof.
    Sporadically, blood circulates for many days;
    Even though, aging renders no proof.

    My restless yearning awakens issues gone-by,
    For charm thinks–my emotion complete.
    Say, neighbor, do you feel a bit chipper…sigh,
    Thinking romance is a coherent treat?

    Neighbors stir a slight sense of feeling, I think!
    But weep-on…for social issues–creepy.
    Wrong heartaches must be compelled, or sink;
    For energy produces hearts…more sleepy.

    It is disconcerting…to be disturbingly funny;
    Affection will call: poopsie doll honey.
    The scary part…is hardly an influx of money;
    Rather, flaky bikinis worshipping sunny.

    Perhaps verse can be an expressive request,
    Where poets thrive on love, said neatly.
    Creeps are obliged to charm their neighbors;
    So, warm thoughts–consider discreetly.

    Young genders depend an awful lot on sex;
    While older codgers…tend to slip in time.
    His dreamboat has finally come-in, a wreck;
    She wonders where he went, still tryin’.

    Come along gap…wed the vows at the origin;
    Damsels are eagerly curious with sex.
    A poetic instrument plays a retreating organ;
    Tho’, his hot blooded passion…is heck.

    If ever love finds harbor–to age the heart,
    There is no better time to be coupled.
    Divorce creeps-up and destroys young folks;
    The credit news is: bills have doubled.

    Lovers discover adventure in various places,
    As mysterious vibs increase with love.
    Eureka! I have found delight–in sad senses:
    Issues of misery…descend from above.

    Romantic secrets share atmosphere alone;
    Patiently, attempt to understand that.
    If impulses emerge from your heart–like me,
    By cracky, you unleash a sneaky rat.

    I admit, my faults concur with your critical wit;
    An age barrier gap…repulses a creep.
    Beautiful love–like a breath of poetic delight;
    But then, to wake-up alone…is a cheat.

    There is a familiar echo–sounding creepy alert:
    Old boys have entered a younger world.
    They are mildly content–with tender charms,
    Until the wife awakens…as a forsaken girl.

    Stiff muscles ache, with torture to younger girls,
    For they expect sensual love to survive.
    Hopeful couples strive for wisdom of the world,
    Only to find–love!…expired in the night.
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  • Don’t just lie there…with your eyes closed,
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…restrain sad poems…written of you.
    A lump in the throat…fill our eyes with mist.
    Paper clouds
    cover a soldier, name Chris.

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    Don’t just lie there…with your eyes closed,
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…restrain sad poetry…written of you.
    A lump in the throat…fill our eyes with mist.
    Paper clouds
    cover a soldier, name Chris.

    Oh, don’t lie there…with your eyes closed
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…look at the living you’re going to miss.
    Remember the times when jokes were sore?
    Laughing,
    ’til we hurt more and more.

    Don’t lie there…so still; open your eyes,
    Vanny Chris.
    Lift your head!…your girl longs for a kiss.
    She loves you more since you went away;
    Marriage,
    settles her mind everyday.

    Don’t just lie there…in that boxbed; get up,
    Vanny Chris.
    Arise!…please dry the tears that fill our eyes.
    More than life, we want you free…to live;
    Sharing
    gentle peace…you kindly give.

    Oh, but rightly so; there with your eyes closed,
    Vanny Chris.
    War!…demands life-blood for freedom’s niche.
    Fighting with a greater love, we painfully admit,
    Paper clouds
    must cover–a soldier, Chris.
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  • Smile as you sneeze, and say, goodbye to your head;
    A breeze sends a bouquet from a friendly pollen bed.
    Your vulnerable nose…is charged with an explosion;
    Sinus discomfort is desparate for an aching solution.

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    Smile as you sneeze, and say, goodbye to your head;
    A breeze sends a bouquet from a friendly pollen bed.
    Your vulnerable nose…is charges with an explosion;
    Sinus discomfort is desperate for an aching solution.

    Allergic reactions…are simply a syndrome of misery;
    Medication alters the state of a temporary sensory.
    A long list of choices–a half dozen of this and that;
    Exchange a stuffy nose…for an itch–maybe a rash.

    Feeling a little better…with your respiratory relief?
    Hallucinations are depressing–in, on a suicide grief.
    There is a little dizziness to accompany medication!
    Agitated behavior…is a usual personal identification.

    Your eyes are extinguished, while the itch is stopped.
    When drowsiness awakens, your brain begins to flop.
    A change in your thinking…isn’t obvious during sleep;
    Lightheadedness is uncoordinated, briefly, for a peep.

    Tight misery alternates best…with a bit of confusion.
    Some allergies…will determine a professional opinion.
    Doctors are aware of a common change in behavior,
    Even tho’ medicine opens your sinuses–like a savior.

    Noses are well acquainted with a doctor’s encroach;
    The side effects are nothing but a different approach.
    The public opinion draws conclusions that are unfair.
    So then, side with an allergy; the diagnostic is a liar.

    Whatever!…can a patient do with more intelligence?
    Misery may stuff your nose with a better free-agent!
    Allergens float thru the air with the greatest of ease;
    When the cure distorts reality, explode with a sneeze.
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  • Age!…is a growing expectancy
    in the course of man;
    Cancer will often deliver him
    to a preposterous end.

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    Age!…is a growing expectancy
    in the course of man;
    Cancer will often deliver him
    to a preposterous end.

    Folks, so beloved in life,
    may experience the sad;
    Now, say here, what-the-heck;
    Dying can’t be all bad.

    Time!…is a world revolving,
    and much…a terrible bore;
    Except for television action,
    life serves…only a chore.

    Battles!…raging on the homefront;
    conflicts fought and lost.
    Soon, we’ll tally the books,
    and discover the final cost.

    Win or lose!…the contest of life,
    the adventure will sting;
    Death will never ever fail
    the proudest king.

    Whatever surprises come
    around the bend,
    Dying!…produces the match
    for a common friend.
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