Kyle Frederickson

Apr 2017

me gs

A single stars still hangs in the sky...
Perhaps Minnesota should be called the Lone Star State

me.gs

Apr 2017

Don Bouchard

Calling Spring North,
Chirping buds to burgeon,
Teetering in rain that turns to sleet,
Clutching black, wet branches,
Feathers puffed against the chill,
Cocked heads seeking sleepy worms,
Side glancing carefully the neighbor's cat.

These red-breasted birds
Chortling in the morning sun
Precurse Spring,
Sing cheer to me.

Though I, no longer young,
My Autumn just begun,
Winter coming on,
Life's seasons only last a while.

I have a Savior,
Who has gone before,
Endured cold Winter's death,
Calls me to Spring,
Beckons me to Summer....

Musing this wet March morning.

#winter #spring #savior #musing

Kyle Frederickson Apr 2017

Streets of L.A.

I met a girl today.

Walking the hot streets of L.A.

She was gorgeous from her head to her feet.

So I caught up to her without skipping a beat.

I smiled and said “Hi “, and she said “Hi “ too.

I thought “ ***** just wait until what I have in store for you. “

One thing led to another and I took her home.

This dumb **** thinks we’re just going to bone.

As soon as I had her on my couch screaming “ more “

I lifted her up and walked her through my bedroom door.

What she didn’t know was I had a little hammer.

But LOL even if she did it really wouldn’t matter.

As soon as I got her in my room and laid her on my bed.

I started ******* her ******* and then crushed the back of her head.

She started squirming trying to get free.

But I held her down, got my nut, and whacked her X3.

Now she is dead and I can move on.

I took her out back and buried her in my lawn.

I cleaned up at a very fast pace.

Because 20 minutes later my wife came home from work with dinner, so
we sat down and said grace.

Can’t wait for tomorrow cause it’s a new day.

Who knows?

Maybe I’ll meet another cute girl in the busy streets of L.A.

Written by: Kyle Frederickson

Kyle Frederickson Apr 2017

Motivation

comes a time and a place where everyone wants to give up.

just keep your head high.

throw the ******* up.

and tell the negativity you don't give a ****.

comes a time and a place ya gotta keep your head held high.

look up in the sky.

and believe In the big guy.

if you work your hardest to make it through.

I bet you won't believe what you can do.

with yourself.

if you don't believe me just try it out.

than you can see what being happy is all about.

I'm speaking from experience and all my struggles.

when I was down and felt like the brown stuff in your shovel.

Written by: Kyle Frederickson

#myfirstpoem

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