GROAN
I must thank you for the praise
That you just sent my way
For it’s not often you reply
Or have something to say

I write these prose as best I can
Providing WIZDUMBs to the masses
Lifting spirits, and warming hearts
To get them, off their *****

Some are good, and others bad
But, I try my best each day
So don’t bemoan, those that I’ve blown
You’ll put my mind in disarray

It does at times, just wander off
Which seems a bit risqué
And other times, that flash of light
Is just an old cliché

So, do not be, so quick to judge
It is mere prose, for Heaven’s sake
And I am but, a poor old man
Who doesn’t need, a headache
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One day, my wife
Gave me a kiss
So I asked her why
Now why is this

She said that she
Felt bad for me
So I quizzed her, what
What can it be

She said it’s just
Because you see
I’m real cute
And you’re, ugly

Oh, I’m only joking, she sighed            
Don’t get yourself all riled                        
And as she turned and walked away
She winked, and then she smiled              
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Kind hearts
Will
Always win the day
Because
There’s nothing bad about them
That
You can ever say
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Trolls and moles, this way did pass
But they can all, kiss my ***
I’ve neither maligned nor defamed
And am surprised, to be blamed
But, I bear no malice or intent
I’m only left, with this putrid scent
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When the world is overwhelming                                            
You’re perplexed and can’t decide                                          
Look deep within yourself                                            
Let your heart, be your guide
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For the guidance that you seek                                                  
As you will surely find                                                             ­           
Exists within your heart                                                            ­
And not within your mind                                                             ­       
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Living inside each of us                                                
Is a greater poet, than are we                                        
In our minds, with such visions                                        
We cannot educe, for our eyes to see                                    

In our heads, their grandiose thoughts                                  
Are those, we could never speak                                            
Wondrous dreams with miraculous ideals                                
Which mere mortals, would never seek                                        

Such passion and emotions                                                
That our hearts, dare never feel                                              
And so remain, unexpressed, imagined                                      
Or, could they all be real
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Each day, I’m deep in contemplation
What is this life, to be made of

I don’t know any answers
So, seek guidance from above

Reflect on this creation
And marvel at its trove

The universe and its formation
And how, it interwove

So I make, this simple dedication
Send it winging, on a dove

Accede not to temptation
Hope my soul is my salvation
And put my faith, in His pure love
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