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Just a quick thing I wrote last night.
Category Poetry / All
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Size 72 x 120px
File Size 486 B
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I've been through some stuff that would leave some folks numbed.
It could have been rougher, but dark depths have been plumbed.
There's few things that anyone could do to me now,
That could measure up to how badly my psyche got plowed.
Not just my psyche, but here I digress,
That part of my past need not be addressed.
Suffice it to say, when faced with potential hurt, and pain,
My heart, and my soul both state "Let it rain".
It could have been rougher, but dark depths have been plumbed.
There's few things that anyone could do to me now,
That could measure up to how badly my psyche got plowed.
Not just my psyche, but here I digress,
That part of my past need not be addressed.
Suffice it to say, when faced with potential hurt, and pain,
My heart, and my soul both state "Let it rain".
Smiles and wags, pleased as can be.
And thanks you for not making fun of me.
You seem kind spirited, I'd like to talk for awhile.
Yet I find it rather difficult in this Dr. Seussian style.
I find it addictive but it causes me strain,
deep in this wolfie's tiny simplistic brain.
Perhaps one day you can add me to skype.
But I might not keep up with this rhyming hype.
And thanks you for not making fun of me.
You seem kind spirited, I'd like to talk for awhile.
Yet I find it rather difficult in this Dr. Seussian style.
I find it addictive but it causes me strain,
deep in this wolfie's tiny simplistic brain.
Perhaps one day you can add me to skype.
But I might not keep up with this rhyming hype.
Ever since I was young, I've felt good vibrations.
Like the Beach Boys once sang, I felt the excitations.
Rhyming was fun, something my Aunt and I shared,
She loved all my puns, the rhymes were how she cared.
We'd write poems as games, and it filled a great need.
Within these lyrical frames, she'd teach me to read.
She made reading fun, and it set me on fire,
Where once it I'd shunned, I now felt desire.
My poems are far from perfect, yet they've moved some folks,
And as time passes, I work it. More puns, and more jokes.
Every now and then, some feeling, but always the laughs,
So many find that appealing-I'm succeeding in my task.
Like the Beach Boys once sang, I felt the excitations.
Rhyming was fun, something my Aunt and I shared,
She loved all my puns, the rhymes were how she cared.
We'd write poems as games, and it filled a great need.
Within these lyrical frames, she'd teach me to read.
She made reading fun, and it set me on fire,
Where once it I'd shunned, I now felt desire.
My poems are far from perfect, yet they've moved some folks,
And as time passes, I work it. More puns, and more jokes.
Every now and then, some feeling, but always the laughs,
So many find that appealing-I'm succeeding in my task.
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