GUARDIAN… a poem

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Come back to me when you find yourself

Come back with all of you

The fairy tale we called our own

Was a perfect dream come true

But fate lies in the nature of

This ever-changing world

You may have lost the one you love

But you’ll never lose this girl

You see, I have a pair of wings

And I watch you, everyday

So, when you find yourself again

Know your angel is okay

THE TUTOR’S SON… a limerick

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The tutor’s son
Out to have fun
With giant eraser in hand

Flipped through the pages
Of one students notes
Erasing them just as he planned

But, unknown to him
The tutor on a whim
Had exchanged the notes for his own

Too late did he see
As lost words were set free
His behavior she did not condone

SOMEDAY…

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Someday, when I get home
I’ll kiss your lips with unbridled passion

Someday, when I get home
I’ll hold you close and feel your warmth

Someday, when I get home
I’ll whisper, “I love you” into your ear

Someday, when I get home
We’ll take long walks and hold each other’s hands

Someday, when I get home
We’ll fall asleep while watching the stars

Someday, when I get home
You’ll wake to see my smile

Someday, when I get home
We’ll plan our life and our future

Someday, if I get home
I promise I’ll never leave you again

Someday…

THE WRITER… a silly poem

Why the writer fell

No one will ever know

Perhaps the quips and snips he wrote

Were too much of a show

Maybe his plots were way too deep

Or, perhaps not deep enough

If he hadn’t written with crayon, yeah

It might have been good stuff

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But no, he fell

All the way down

Now, he needs to write himself out

For when you are two

With nothing else to do

Crayons are good in the mouth

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VESUVIUS… a poem

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Vesuvius, Vesuvius
Why is your anger waged?
Are we not worthy of your compassion?
Though you are mighty,
Can we not be saved?
Lightning from the Heavens
Strike down in wrath, it's true.
But, you, a titan
Have you no pathos
For the rage that rages in you?
Hear our pleas
Our anguish and cries
As upon our knees we beseech thee.
Oh, Vesuvius, in your power lies
To free these people beneath thee.

TUCKED AWAY… a poem

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While I ponder the pages

Piqued and persuaded

To go just a little bit more

It is there that I find

In the corners of my mind

What my life has been longing for

Tucked away neatly

Not wrapped with a bow

Was solace, alive and well

Patiently waiting

For me to discover

Then go out in the world and tell

Tell of the truth

Of kindness and love

Embracing the differences, we see

A lesson so old

Again, to be told

By a simple man like me

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LAUNCH… a poem

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The sea called

The lanterns were lit

As the sails filled with the crisp night wind

A journey begun

Into the unknown

One book closed as another begins

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First, we crawl

Then, we walk

As the world opens to our delight

Mother and father

Watch as we go

When our day transitions to night

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Beginning, afresh

Foundation is firm

With each step new adventures begin

When soon we find

What we left behind

Repeats when the next boat comes in

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