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MY TURN........
                (to rant)

There was a time when Halloween
was lots of fun, no one was mean.
We didn't have to check our treats
and children safely crossed the streets.

And then the "seventies" arrived
with liberal concepts all contrived
to change our "Dull" society
bluring lines of propriety
bending rules of decency,
corruption, greed and call it "Free".

No freedom lies within these mores.
Suffering now, we've locked our doors.
We scan for weapons all  aboard
or come to school a frightened hoard.

Is this the "New Society" that once they blithely stated
would bring to us a world that's free of hatred, educated,

would bring us new insightfulness?
Devoid of all the frightfulness?

A better place for us to live?
A healthy place to raise our kids?

When mistress Miley gets on stage,
or "Beeber" gets arrested
are we really proud of them?
Well I'm not, I'm ashamed
Dear Quin:

There's Love that makes the world
Go 'Round
There's Love that lasts Forever

And you are such a clever guy
You fly so high
You touch the sky
you make us smile and makes us cry
with poetry and wisdom

But Love For You is so Profound
sometimes it knocks us to the ground
or causes us to spread our wings
and try for higher, greater things

You're poetry is in our Hearts
When will we leave you? NEVER
eetsy eetsy, tiny feetsy
in the attic dark and creepy
who could be there? Looking at me
Is it Procyon Lotor?

He comes watching every winter
will he really dare to enter?
Enter at my chamber door
Seeking mischief as before?

Comes the creature wild of feature
Fuzzy furry in a hurry
looking for me wanting near me
Only this and nothing more

                         **

Will they hate me and berate me
loving Rhyme the way I do?

Poetaster they will call me
Death, disaster pray befall me

I will be the way I will be
always 'till the end of time so
You can hate me all you want to
You have your way, I'll have mine


Poetry by definition

A highly developed form and
use
of heightened language and rythm
to express an imaginative
interpretation
of the subject
Procyon Lator - raccoon  (My pet raccoon) penned with tongue in cheek hope ya know :)
 Dec 2014 Judypatooote
Emanuel
To you:
It can be
Imagine it
Then let it be
 Dec 2014 Judypatooote
Emanuel
Connect through wisdom that understanding
The flowing river of thoughtless bliss
A peace here does surround you
Reminding you of God-bound gift
 Dec 2014 Judypatooote
Emanuel
The crux of it
The root of it
Is exactly this:
I was too scared
When I was 12
To give a girl a kiss.

That may seem small
But not at all
For the one that did not act.
Indecisively I felt true pain,
And I've been Hamlet in the sack.

I'm done.
I'm finished
Being the one
Who gives up
Without a try.

I tell you God
If I break my word
Then smite me down
I'll die.

From this day forth
A new man of sorts
From the ashes of regret

A fire's been sparked
This boys been charged
Not afraid of what he expects.

I claim not as mine
These thoughts I find,
Only freedom through my eye.

So hear me once
And hear me loud
I will no longer fear to try.
 Dec 2014 Judypatooote
Emanuel
I have passion for my people.
Why?
Cause I know we're equal.
I love you all,
The short, the tall;
Never mind what "side" you're on.
We all die at the end,
So let's get along.
www.shootpoetry.com
Better don your leather chaps it's going to be a rough one
Pack extra roll caps into your Six Gun

Ask for double shots to compliment your Starbucks
All that's left now is to wish you good luck

Bring an extra pack of Bottle Rockets if you have them
Monkey wrench and needle nose pliers if you can find some

This could read as the last page to the final chapter
In what we anticipate as the Happily Ever After

Do all you can do to bring the water balloons
A cassette if you could of your favorite Show Tunes

Add extra sugar in your Slurpee from the 7-11
This ain't going to be easy is what I am guessing

Get a tight grip on your Thingamajig
Loosen the top on the Pickle jar lid

We're about to go through another life lesson
Which ain't nothing new if I was a man betting

Pack your bags for another day in the life
Extra padding would help for the bumpy ride

Think we've thunk of it all there's no more to say
We're now more than ready for another day
the boy was seeking a cute rosy girl
chubby chirpy with a head full of curl
her skin glowing silk cherry red her lip
and yes she should love him real deep.

the girl was seeking a boy with a soul
one with a mind aligned to her pole
he needn’t be handsome but nice within
a boy that wouldn’t love her just for her skin.

you know god’s way of meeting men’s prayer
opposites though they were brought together
the boy loved the girl who was shy and lean
and the girl the boy who wouldn’t look within.

you can easily guess what happened later on
they felt for each other a natural attraction
she gave him her all he loved her from heart
the two poles stayed close to be never apart!
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