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Rancorous Ole Bullfrog , snoring on a paddy , clear your pipes and carry that voice across the quiet marshland , low country valley .. Start the dandy evening opus with low bass tones , croak a silly song with that golden throat trombone , find a whippoorwill and lay down a duet you 'Old Hambone'*!
Copyright May 7 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Pull and pull
Till I rip
Separate me
Sew me back
But I will never be the same
How much can you break me before everything has changed?
This was far out of my range
But you were willing to stretch the restrains
Rearrange my brain
Drive my being insane
I'mma say it all plain
Breaking is an ordinary thang
Hello Poetry. I'm back
 May 2016 john p green
Tea
Angel
 May 2016 john p green
Tea
A beautiful angel sent from above
Skin made of silk
Wings built from pale rose petals
A guardian angel
Our skin touched
My eyes fluttered like your angelic wings
Embrace me
Your wings crackle against my flesh
And rip the silk apart.
 May 2016 john p green
SunFlower
I am a fallen star
Shinning in bits and pieces
Forever shattered
Who has star glue?
I.

If I am ever unfortunate
Enough to fall in love again,
I hope it lasts.

II.

I could ask to find
Forgiveness. But I dont think
I deserve any.

III.

Blood should not equal loyalty
Without context or quality,
Binding us to anything
But the fabric of our genes.

IV.

I only write with pens
Because I want
One thing in my life
To be permanent.

V.

Kiss me like you mean it-
But only a second slower
So I know you feel what I do.

VI.

Loving me comes
With a disclaimer:
I have been returned before.

VII.

My childhood was
More broken bones
Than bandaids.
 May 2016 john p green
JP Mantler
I realize I'll fall through every hole
Find a new love and **** myself for it
Find a way out but they eat me all up
I eat and I eat; don't get any bigger
Too tiny to be seen by God's mercy
You hung pamphlets all over my room

I'm not cold, I'm not sick
(You have the nerve which berates me)
I'm just doing as best as I can

It's overcast now but I'm not complaining
Helping hands aren't trying to choke me
So don't run away, please don't
My God won't help me but they will
The wrath of poison swallows me whole

I'm not cold, I'm not sick
Just know that I'm actually okay
false evidence appearing real
I remember going
To church on Sundays
With a hole in my stomach
Where god should be.
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