Nature
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Flitting butterflies are bringing Simple kinds of rain Cries ignored are barely heard O’er cries of grievance slain. People wander in the dark Cause if they had a clue They’d urinate themselves in fear And not know what to do. They’d leap like Lemmings off a cliff Into the ocean blue.
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She was 17 and serpentine and so serene I was 10 ft tall but kinda small though not at all She cried in alarm I meant no harm on this here farm She said she had eggs and then she begged right on my legs “Please don’t eat them all, oh 10 ft tall, not…
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A single rose bush bloomed upon the hill. A lover there with roses in her hair — A wafted scent of flowers through the air — A simple life but one that’s lived fulfilled — If ever ye should need me find me there. I’ll be amongst the flora and the fawn. From dusk, I’ll…
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Kiss me here As I pull near No mistletoe Nowhere to go No time to think Nothing to drink Sober and clear So, kiss me here
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I wish I was a Panda Bear (are pandas even bears?) I’d roll around the surfaces And dine on bamboo fare If anyone were apprehensive (seeing me in a room) I’m only kissing Mrs. P! And dusting out my broom!
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Devious
There’s something about that smile How it brightens up my day (Always) Something, for a while, I’ve really meant to say: A secret that we keep—we know— We just don’t dare to say. The distance is so vast between But I can’t stay away. Innocent on its face But devious at heart Cannot help predicament…
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I am indebted to beauty As I am indebted to eyes. And I am indebted to sound As I am indebted to ears. The funny thing is it’s illusion You aren’t even seeing what’s real. You’re only being shown the portion you need To see to survive in your world. Unfortunate beings, are we That,…
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I saw a girl just in the bush Out of my corner-eye She smiled at me and then she blushed And then she waved goodbye The glimpse of her was oh so brief It might not e’en be real Was it just a thought I had In my automobile?
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There’s a magic flowing through Each and every thing. I wish that you could feel its pow’r It shakes my living be’ng. It doesn’t differentiate No ‘isms’ or ‘otries’— It doesn’t care how ignorant You just happen to be We’ll never know, for instance, And can’t hazard a guess, What fungi say to old oak…
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A windswept, vacant verdant field Where all my dreams reside— Secrets that I dare not yield! I’d rather keep inside. Although I let its grasses grow, I rather think the world Of that verdant and windswept field Of Nature’s grace unfurled—
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Autumn—While We Have It
Longing now for Autumn—for a Season so serene. Leaves litter my lawn and not a Single space between. Autumn bringing temperatures So varied and extreme It seems reality is blurred And everything’s a dream. But if I’m really dreaming When I wake what will I find? A hotbed here of Hell or just a World…
Musings of the Mad 