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Mar 2015 · 738
Princess
Joe Fortunato Mar 2015
Things she's good at...
Hmmm, let's see.
Talking, and napping, and watching TV,
Whining, and crying, and sighing again.
Again, and again, and over again.

Oh crap, this poem, it's about a princess you see,
But so far I've written it about my kitten, Winnie.

My real princess is Ashley, Ash, so lovely.
But don't make her mad or she might even throw things.
Kidding, I'm kidding! Well, I guess I'm really not.
But back to the point, where we first got caught.

His name was Gage, my good friend of youth.
Immature and reckless, he lost her like ****.
Yeah, that's right, he dated her first..
But with stupidity he lost her, almost like a curse.

Or was it a blessing, a blessing you see.
Not a blessing for him, but a blessing for me.
We met once again, this time a new friend,
His name was Alex, and that's where it ends.

But that's okay, that story is old,
The story of us is about to unfold.
We met before drinks, shots to be exact,
She took so many and convinced her drugging was fact.

Fast forward now, past the times of drunk.
To the time where I, well, I thought and I thunk.
Girl after girl, I'd dated them all.
From Leanne to Lauren, short and tall.

Just over two years of stagnation and pain,
I found that I actually had much left to gain.
Remembering Ashley and the brightness she held,
I randomly reached out and all of a sudden an end came to my hell.

We texted and talked, sexted and sulked,
We found love within each other, something neither of us had felt.
And there it was, almost two years exact to this date.
That I met and fell in love, with my one and only soul mate.

So there it is, the story of my princess,
nothing more, nothing less.
But now, you see, I have two princesses with me.
One's named Ashley and the other Winnie.

I'll love them forever, and long after that,
my beautiful Ashley and calico cat.
Jokes
Mar 2015 · 401
Seasons
Joe Fortunato Mar 2015
All is green, the time is new,
Voices fill the air.
This matters not, less than a bit,
The end to this is near.

Birthing, raising, and children playing,
Leisure thick for all.
I tell you though, it's not to last,
All things are bound to fall.

And as I've said, foretold just now,
Sunlit colors fade in.
Trees slim up and birds fly down,
The time of end begins.

Silence, cold, and darkness reign,
Few are seen or heard.
But as you've probably noticed,
This is far from the final word.

True permanence is temporary,
Soon daybreak and sunshine stream.
The time of plenty has come again,
And the world joyfully gleams.
Mar 2015 · 449
Centered
Joe Fortunato Mar 2015
The more you know, the less you do,
That's the paradox, you see.
Don't stray too far to either side,
But find a place between.

Object when objectionable,
This can be clearly seen.
But when subjecting the subjectable,
Stay somewhere near the mean.

These are the rules of life,
And the rules that all should live by.
Follow them with discipline,
And you'll find you never die.
Mar 2015 · 323
Untitled
Joe Fortunato Mar 2015
Death brings peace
To those who wish.
To those who are open to it,
Death brings the sweetest of kiss.

What is death but life itself;
Repeating gain, again.
The same in one, all together,
Both happiness and sin.

We all will see, we all have seen,
The specialness of this.
It comes and goes and comes again,
Have you witnessed it?
eh

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