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Melon-BabyMelon-Baby was round and sweet,
Almost far too cute to eat.
But in the rising Summer heat,
Temptation was too hard to beat.
One day as Mum strolled down the street,
With Melon-Baby tucked up neat,
Soundly snoring fast asleep,
Mum's hunger had become to creep.
"It'll be some time before I eat,
I'll just munch on those little feet."
But when taste and tongue did meet,
Melon-Baby did soon deplete.
Melon-Baby was round and sweet,
Almost far too cute to eat.
But in the rising Summer heat,
Temptation was too hard to beat.
TillieThere was a girl named Tillie,
Who was a little silly.
She wore hats for shoes
And marvelled at loos
And would only ever eat cold Chilli.
The Lonely Teddy Bear
A small tear falls,
A bear begins to weep.
He misses their cuddles
And watching her sleep.
Such happy times
They both once shared.
But now the room's silent
And the little bear is scared.
He doesn't understand
Why she had to go.
What in the world
Could take her so.
But now she is gone,
And the room is dead.
This bear's little head.
He continues to cry,
He will never forget,
The little girl,
This bear once met.
Accidents Happen"Fell down the stairs",
The classic line.
She gives this one
Each single time.
The doctor sighs
And shakes his head,
He looks at me
Laid on the bed.
"You clumsy girl,
Why can't you learn
To walk down stairs
I look at him,
I know the drill,
And say "I will".
He gives that look,
The kind that says,
You're lucky to have
A mum that cares.
"Take your lolly,
And go home now.
Mummy will keep
You safe and sound".
Pencil ManPencil Man was something special,
He dreamed to be a hero.
To wear a cape
And "write all wrongs"
Would be his alter ego.
And "drawing swords"
With man and beast alike.
Those who called him 'yellow bellied'
Would see that he could fight!
But Pencil Man forgot one thing,
His one and only weakness,
She had quite the look,
She always left him speechless.
A night of passion soon ensued
He gave her all he could.
As morning came
All that remained
Was just some broken wood.
The World Is Your Oyster (Collaborative Poem)Delicately, he drifts
On the blanket of blue.
Like a ship with its crew.
No-Name (Collaborative Poem)His name's irrelevant,
His image unknown.
He knows where to find you,
And when you're alone.
The Boy Who Wore A MaskThere once was a boy,
His parents named him Todd.
In most ways he was normal,
But there was something odd.
Todd liked to wear a mask,
The reason was unknown.
He wore it day and night,
His face was never shown.
One day as Todd was playing
Outside his favourite hole,
A boy came running at him,
He only had one goal.
When the mask was taken,
What remained was quite a shock,
For instead of human features,
There lived but just one rock!
Now this rock was nothing special,
It didn't dance or sing.
Heck it wasn't even living,
It just didn't do a thing!
So the boy did what we all might,
He reached into Todd's face,
Wrapped his hands around the object
And removed it from its place.
He skipped off down the street
To play at the nearby lake.
Skimming rocks was his favourite
And now he couldn't wait!
"So what became of Todd?"
How kind of you to ask.
Poor Todd just lay there lifeless,
Beside his favourite mask.
A Walk Into An OceanShe's walking into a cold bitter sea
She can feel the icy water touch her on the knee
She continues to walk further and further
Then it starts to hurt her
Her vains freezing like ice
At first the coldness felt nice
But then it makes her vains turn darker blue
And thats when her uncaring thoughts grew
She's shivering and cannot stop
And soon she hears a pop
She falls deeper and deeper under the water
She starts to wonder if sombody saw her
Gasping for a breath and pleading for a rest
Sinking to the bottom and curled in a nest
With her eyes closed and unable to breathe
Then she sinks and goes deeper underneath
She's at her watery grave
It would of been better if she would of been saved
It's a walk into an ocean nobody will forget
Now she is laying in her underwater pit
Fool The wise don't fear the unknown
A smiling fool said.
But he was a hypocrite because
He feared the dark beneath his bed.
Speak to Me Speak to me in roars and booms like thunder,
To inspire wild visions in wonder.
Or whisper like the softest breeze in spring
Of a scholar who overthrew the king.
Debate in Fauvist colours, shamelessly bright
And dare to make sunshine in the dead of night.
Shout and scream, hoarse as the Bedlam inmate
Of the dagger-sharp edges of cruel fate.
Lie to me in dreams like a trickster god,
Tell me I can spark like a lightning rod.
Sing to me more skillfully than an opera star,
Like an angel but holier by far.
Laugh like Balder before the arrow struck;
Confident, easy and just out of luck.
But don't stay silent.
CloverStarts to bloom as the month changes to May.
You walk right past it everyday.
Without a glance, you will never see,
How beautiful this flower can be.
Rose, lily, carnation, daisy.
These flowers drive you crazy.
Beauty can't only be found in bold.
You miss what everyday life can hold.
Everyone strives to be extraordinary,
But misses beauty in the ordinary.
Life as I Know It.Life as I Know It.
I am waiting for my opportunity.
Waiting for someone to give me a chance.
It is difficult to stand out within the writing community.
We all have to jump through hoops and enact the same dance.
What more do I have to do to get you consider me.
I have worked hard to be consistent to show my commitment.
I am trying to be adaptive and pro active so nothing will hinder me.
But I understand that publishing opportunities will not come in an instant.
I just want more time to assess, address and process all of my objectives.
My dream is to be able to fashion my writing into a way of thriving and surviving.
But because of the requirements of society I am labored to be realistically selective.
I am too cautious of taking that creative risk on my wrists and whole heartedly dive in.
I am grateful for all the genuine correspondents and comments I have received.
I never knew how my words would be perceived and how that could inspire me to believe.
Out of nothing emerged something,
We're LiarsMy lungs are burning,
I cannot breathe,
Held beneath the surface
By the lies they weave.
And here in the still
My emotions seethe.
I see my reflection
In their words and grieve.
When the Clock Strikes Three
How do you know
Where you're going to be
When the bomb drops down
And the clock strikes Three?
Are you going to be happy
As you watch the world crumble?
Or will the feeling inside you
Make you worry and mumble?
Will you remember your life
As the way it used to be?
Or will you forget it all
And forget even me?
Will you regret anything
That you've said or done?
Or will you block out the thoughts
And decide to just run?
Are you happy with your life?
Do you think you have it all?
Or do you feel there's something missing
As you crouch down against that wall?
Will you realize the mistakes
That you've made so many times?
Will it jab you so hard in the chest
That it feels like a murderous crime?
What will be worse?
Your guilt or your pain?
Or will they both feel so harsh
That they both feel the same?
So tell me right now.
Is there anything you would like to say?
Before your world crashes down
and you leave us one day?
Please just take a brief moment
And think it all through
When the world crum
Our Single DropThe raindrops patter on the back porch pane
To leave soft streams in their wake.
Rivulets so reminiscent run down,
Rivulets that some forsake.
As they race along the long glass window,
They can't see what they expend.
They travel the distance with fervid speed,
Though they wish not for its end.
They twist and turn on this short-lived path,
Never staying straight for long.
And while some will fade only halfway through,
Other raindrops will hold strong.
A tranquil puddle at the bottom forms
As the drops begin to pool.
I dip my hand in the miniature bath
And am woken with the cool.
It jolts nearly every sense alive;
I breathe deep to take it in.
Vapor and mist dampen the world around
And my thoughts of you begin.
Remember long ago by happenstance,
When we first met that one day?
Who would have guessed our precipitation
From the clouds was here to stay?
We started as separate particles,
Blown this way and that by gusts.
We joined together on that fateful day
And offered each other our trus
Let your heart holdYou'll find be at the bottom
Watch at how my bones shake
Caged by the blazing bars of shame
Watch at how my heart awakes
Not to shatter under pressure
When your safety's on the line
And when your thoughts begin to fly
The way you act is how you're defined
I'm not the one to fight
When I'm at the head of the crusade
holding the beast that lay inside
with the worries that come cascade
I started to surender
when the light began to run
I was controlled by massacre
I had to chase the fading sun
When I'm on a faulter
Or on the end of dejection's blade
Walking a tightrope with one last thread
I still wont let my heart fade
I'm sent down onto my knees
Last words the last thing to shed
But yet when death is a charade
Backing down is the last thought in my head
Show me to the shipwreck
Watch at how my lungs collapse
Without a remedy or herb
Stay and watch my self-worth relapse
Ill never s
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