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If you have poems that you want me to put on here just e-mail it to me. My e-mail is winterfresh07@yahoo.com .Just leave the poem your name and ur piczo site and it will be on in a week.
two bikinied angels
squint to the West in
search of love.
They prop each other up,
bought blond head to
bought blond head.
Their bodies teeter
on six-inch soles through
the gauntlet of their
fourteenth year, and irony
weighs them down in giggles
that sing from
souls as thin as ancient
parchment and
as brittle.
The Passage
Actions taken
thoughts, deep pondering
vision's cost?
minds are wondering.
life plays out
options ending...
of choices seen,
wounds need mending
the drama closes
lights are dimming...
another soul
seeks eternal cleansing.
The Illusion of It All
Days filled with sunlight are dark
Nights, clouded, bright
Senses alert during the night
Dulled by the brightness of sunlight
So dense we are not to see
The duality of it all here.
We should cherish how to be
And embrace with our hearts
That which is truly dear.
Some say, "Oh, that's too strange!"
When, really, they should rearrange
Their values, ears, and eyes
to become one who is wise.
This, is the illusion of it all!
Tennis Anyone?
Tennis is, without a doubt,
the most amazing game.
Next to tennis, other sports
are dangerously lame.
It surely is the sport for me;
I play it day and night.
I never seem to satisfy
my tennis appetite.
I love to swing my racket
in circles through the sky.
My volleys and my overheads
are rockets whizzing by.
I fire forehands fiercely,
and bash my backhands boldly.
The fleetness of my feet is neat,
and will impress you totally.
I know, inside, that tennis is
a game that I can stay with.
And someday, if I’m lucky,
I will find someone to play with.
Until that day, I’ll practice
swinging strongly to the skies.
I’ll never rest, and be the best
at swatting rocks and flies.
Mr. Fix-It can fix anything my heart,
My attitude, my everything.
He's a man of honor, he's a man of grace,
He's a man of pride, I can see it in his face.
Whether it's a broken friendship,
Whether it's a loss of self-esteem,
A look in his eyes can be a guide,
A guide unto the path of my dream.
Mr. Fix-It can fix anything,
My heart, my attitude, my everything.
His atmosphere is filled with imaginable things.
Such a beautiful person inside and out,
So lovely that it makes me want to sing,
So manipulative in a good way that makes me shout.
His walk is invincible,
His voice is louder than a lion's roar.
Everything about him is amazing
And I wouldn't ask for anything more.
Mr. Fix-It can fix anything,
My heart, my attitude, my everything.
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