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I say! Care for a spot of poetry?
Well then my friend, you’re in the right spot!
Here you’ll find fresh poetry
Brewed up on the weekly
By yours truly!
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Sure to warm the cockles of your heart
Or burn the tongue of your disposition.
Either way, go on and have yourself a look about.
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Sip! Sip! And all of that!
And indeed I do hope you come back from time to time
To indulge in a bit of random, rhythm and rhyme.
Writer or Not
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Writer or not, here I come
To profess epiphanies
Or ideas dumb
You can run
But I can no longer hide
The mess of thoughts that dwell inside
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My brain is rattling
My soul is molting
My shell is cracking
My heart is bursting,
Thirsting for something more!
Forlorn for so long
Imprisoned from within
Forgone no longer, I make this declaration
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Writer or not, here I come
To profess epiphanies
Or ideas dumb
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I wonder,
If God made dirt and dirt don't hurt,
Then surely God made pot,
So pot why not?
Just a little bit of thought,
A lil' bit of thought.
A Lil' Bit
of
Thought
Layla
Courageous,
Curious,
Full of love from the very start.
Oh so sweet,
Oh so silly,
Oh such a stealer of socks!
A smelly belly,
A happy howler,
A seeker of squirrels never caught.
A loyal friend,
To the very end,
Forever a paw upon my heart.
Fail Fast
Fail my friends!
Fail as fast you can!
Failure my friends!
Again! Again! Again!
Make great mistakes
And tremendous blunders!
Fall on your face
And suffer soul sunders!
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For only a fool fears being a fool
Expecting success without feeling the burn,
Oblivious that life is one big dumb lesson
And failure is the only option if you wish to learn.
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Thus progress is forged
By the onset of setbacks,
So embrace your follies,
Have a good laugh and relax.
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Fail my friends!
Fail as fast you can!
Fail with pride my friends!
And don’t give a damn!
BRAIN FEED
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Be aware of what you feed your brain
Have yourself a bit of joy and a bit of pain
For to feast too much on one or the other
Will surely bust the belly of the brain asunder
Positive crispies are a tasty treat
Deliciously addictive, yet nutritiously incomplete
Have all you can devour and you will have emotional gout
Left empty, hangry and nauseous with doubt
Negative morsels are needed for a strong reality
They provide kernels of truth in the right variety
But too many of these salty snacks will make you sick
With an unbearable disease known as “beinnaprik”
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So feed the brain a balanced meal with lots and lots
Of knowledge nuggets and tater thoughts
Filled with equal parts bitter and equal parts sweet
And you’ll have a brain never starved but always ready to eat
Nobody reads poetry anymore
Go ahead, ask around
A fad thousands of years in the making
Has run itself aground
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Nobody reads poetry anymore
Are you out of your mind?
Ask someone to read a poem
And they’ll tell you they haven’t the time
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Too busy telling grams instantly
Their face buried in a book of blurbs that never end
Snappy chats of quicker conversations
To send or not to send…
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Nobody reads poetry anymore
Unless of course you’re reading this now
In which case I stand corrected
Somebody, somewhere
Found someway
Somehow
