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Riding a Motorcycle
Before I start my engine
I know where I am going.
The motorcycle and I are one.
If the motorcycle goes fast,
I go fast.
If the motorcycle goes slow
I go slow.
If the motorcycle goes too slow
I fall over.
Ouch!
Are dishes,
They need, to handle
Very careful
No disturbances
For the reason that,
They are fragile
Any slight mistake
Will cause them
Into broken
They are more than
a rubber bowl
Because, they shines
They always kept
in a precious shelves
Using dishes,
lunch and dinner
Can be taken
On, every daylight
and night

They are more than,
Precious they are
Dishes they are
Take care of
THEM
They are mothers and they are everything
String Me your Feelings,
on a Chain with Love.
So I can wear it at Night
and sleep like a Dove.
Stitch Me Two Pillows,
in Colors of Blue.
So I can lie down on them
and Dream about U.
Knit Me a Sweater,
to keep Me Warm.
This Winter it's Cold
and I'm expecting a Storm.
Romance Me at Nights,
Once in a While.
As I make Love to U,
it will bring back your Smile.
Mijn meisje,

Wil niets meer dan liefde geven.
Wil niets meer dan overgeleverd zijn.
Wil niets meer dan zijn pijn voelen.
Wil niets meer dan gestuurd worden.
Wil niets meer dan zich volledig geven.
Wil niets meer dan zijn eigendom zijn.
Wil niets meer dan behandeld worden wat ze is.

Wil niets willen

Dit is mijn wil

En wat zij zoekt te zijn.
Yucky Chucky Tucker

Yucky Chucky Tucker was smelly as can be,
he never took a bath and hardly ever brushed his teeth.
Everywhere he went he left an odor in the air,
and Yucky Chucky Tucker never combed his hair.
His hands were always ***** cause he played with stinky worms,
he never cared if he got sick, he wasn't afraid of germs.
He didn't have a lot of friends except for one or two,
till Yucky Chucky Tucker met little Linda Sue.
Linda was quite pretty, an awesome sight to admire
and Yucky Chucky Tucker would give anything to sit by her.
But he'd have to make some changes and what I mean by that,
Yucky Chucky Tucker would have to take a bath.
He'd have to wash his hands and scrub his ***** face,
and to clean his stained up yellow teeth would take a tube of paste.
He'd have to wash his hair at least a dozen times,
to remove the terrible build up of sticky greasy grime.
Then Yucky Chucky Tucker would have to change his clothes,
sprinkle on cologne and find a bright red rose.
And maybe if he's lucky little Linda Sue,
might take another look at him and think he's really cute.
Funny how a pretty girl can change the way you think,
cause even Yucky Chucky Tucker washed away his stink,
All to catch the eye of little Linda Sue,
besides, her daddy owned a toy store, now what's a boy to do?

Written By  Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
A touch of the setting sun
clouds redly stained
the wind skims through jungles
and mountains
then stops
at the entrance to the valley
solitary whispers of birds
awaits
wandering alone
in the wilderness of time
sun gradually drops
a few big trees
hold up the sky
in this valley i'm reaching
as if trying to catch yesterday's sun.
poetry, poem, poems, prose, imagery, evening, nature, sunset, wilderness, time, creative writing
1:1
I don’t need love in my life,
If i can’t love you,
No, I don’t need this heart,
If it won’t even beat for you
And I don’t really want to feel,
If i can’t feel you.
Love really takes everything
and give back everything.
When all you love just isn't there
reach out and pull it through the air
hold that open and keep it true
let go off all which may harm you

Remember the people, their places and things
and cherish the comfort their memory brings.
Remember the sounds, and all of the songs
remember the way for eachother we'd long?
Remember our trip?
we did laugh till we'd shake
Remember the Ocean.
The cottage? The lake.
I remember
the way your eyes would really see
the way I loved you, the way you loved me.
sad boy;
what a pathetic
ploy
this is for my attention.
all you contrive
tastelessly
always lacks concession.

every word,
and image you fake
I reject, from my
possession,
for all you are
's worth less than this
effortless expression.

you see, my natural
creativity
surmounts your ****
impression
of the beauty of my work
and my powerful
transgression.
leave me alone
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