The mothers in my neighborhood
Are skilled with stake and twine--
To brace the wilting sapling straight
And tie the erring vine...
The mothers in my neighborhood
Are skilled with shears and string--
To prune the wayward leaning twig
And nip the buds of spring
Reeling
I'm drunk on the wines of glory
I'm red-nosed and noble and gay.....
So what if I die tomorrow
At least I have lived for today
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EXCUSE FIO IF YOU'VE READ THIS BEFORE....
Immortality
Do sliming snails dream of snail heaven?
Do cows believe in meadows in the sky?
Do signing apes imagine life hereafter?
Are elephants aware they too will die?
Do animals know more of depth than pain?
Or was it prime to our ignoble flight
From ancient Eden's cursed and blessed tree.
That we alone know death and thus know life?
MORE LATER!
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WAR CRY!
I can't march, but I can write
And I can sing and my pen can bite
Those those are my only weapons
In the time of fight
To over come wrong
And uplift the right!
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Have I read you this one?
I've drunk on the wine of glory
I'm red-nosed and wobbly and gay
So what it I die tomorrow
At least I have lived for a day!
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My heart is like a little boat.
That sails upon the sea,
Rocked by waves and ocean float,
Swamped by adversity.
But still the staunchest little boat
That ever sailed the sea
SOME OF MY POEMS ARE GETTING LOST BECAUSE I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW TO GET TO THEM. HELP!
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