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Wayne Wysocki Nov 2018
by Wayne Wysocki

 ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍­ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ "What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world..." ~Robert E. Lee

The scourge of war has ripped our lives apart,
Indifferent to the joys that we will miss;
From this land and from your love I must depart,
With time enough for just one final kiss.

Determined that this moment never dies,
A picture on my heart I sorely trace
Of your tearful, somehow yet angelic eyes
And your trembling mouth my saddened lips embrace.
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Wayne Wysocki Nov 2018
They tell me that Vladimir Putin
Called his guards and they started in shootin'
      Seems some robbers were struck
      With unfortunate luck
'Twas the bank where Vlad kept all his loot in.
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Wayne Wysocki Oct 2018
(a limerick by Wayne Wysocki)

The tortoise and hare had a race
But the rabbit came in second place
      So the notion that speed
      Makes the win guaranteed
Just isn't always the case.
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Wayne Wysocki Oct 2018
by Wayne Wysocki

          "If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten." ~Tony Robbins


Our footsteps lead us 'round and 'round  
'Long avenues so few;

It's nice to take a turn and walk
Along a path that's new,

And meet some friends we thought were gone
Like "good" and "kind" and "true",

And maybe find a special friend
Before the walk is through.
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Wayne Wysocki Oct 2018
Mexican moon be bright,
Fill all the stars with light,
Shine down on my señorita;

Mexican mountains high,
Holding the velvet sky,
Sparkle for my señorita;

Mexican hearts be ***,
Bring your guitars and play
Music for my señorita;

Mexican melody,
Say that I'll always be
In love with my señorita.
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Wayne Wysocki Oct 2018
You hurt me and left me alone
With a heart that's too broken to yearn,
Then you called me and said on the phone
You were sorry and you'd return.

No thank you, I said, that's enough,
A moth in a flame has to learn;
And your heartbreaking love is too rough,
Now it's somebody else's turn.

Now somebody else will desert me,
Seems the people I love always do;
Now somebody else, dear, can hurt me,
But it's got to be somebody new.

Forget about me, we are through,
My future is not your concern;
I'll get hurt, but it won't be by you,
Now it's somebody else's turn.
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Wayne Wysocki Oct 2018
Your eyes of brown
Watched leaves of brown
Ride the cool October wind,

And your lips of red
A poem said
To guide me, should I go,

Then I flew away
Like the leaves at play,
But came to miss you so;

Now it's autumn,
And I return
To you and the October wind.
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