Snow White and the 7 dwarfs
Are really not what they seem
So stay far away from them
Or they'll put you on their team

They're really one of them doom's day cults
And Snow White is their leader
They'll do whatever she tells them to
And I hope you never meet her

They do that cult-like chanting
The one everybody knows
It's some kind of crazy singing
"Hi **, Hi **", you know how it goes

Even their names should tell you
That something's kinda creepy
Grumpy, Bashful, *****, Happy,
Sneezy, Doc and Sleepy

They stand out on the corner
And pass their leaflets out
Telling all who passes by
What they're all about

They'll offer you an apple
And you'll think they're being kind
But all it takes is just one bite
And then they'll control your mind

Don't say I didn't warn you
If you do what I have feared
You'll find yourself 3 feet tall
And sporting a tiny beard

Before I ever write this tale
I hope you will all forgive me
It was just a horrible accident
It was dark and I just couldn't see

I was driving home one night
On a narrow country road
It was raining, something awful
When I heard my tire explode

I lost control and couldn't stop
That's when I started to swerve
I heard a thump and a terrible scream
As I came to a stop in the curve

I thought I'd hit a possum
Probably even broken it's legs
Imagine the horror that I was in
When I saw all those Easter eggs

Yep, you guessed it
I had killed the Easter bunny
Ok, everybody stop laughing
Cause I really don't think it's funny

I tried to find that poor little rabbit
And maybe give him CPR
But when I finally found him
He was stuck to the grill of my car

So, I picked up the little fellow's basket
And all those broken shells
I had to get rid of the evidence
Cause you know how a rotten egg smells

I buried him in a shallow grave
Under a giant oak tree
His basket and all the easter eggs
Are in my trunk under lock and key

Well, again, I want to apologize
So, forget everything you saw
At least, we know that a rabbit's foot
Just isn't that lucky at all

Standing on the edge of loneliness
My heartache beckons me to fall
A river of tears my destination
Do I heed my pain's endless call?

That ache down deep in my stomach
A feeling of eternal loss
There's no turning back from whence I came
I burn every bridge that I cross

Trust is now just a far away dream
A phantom with unfaithful eyes
A promise, no more than empty words
A truth that's no more than lies

My soul is hollow, my memories mist
That fade away with the breeze
Broken, I tend to my unhealing wounds
Destined to stand on my knees

Standing on the edge of loneliness
My heart now lost to this death
"Why does love have to hurt like this?"
I scream, with my final breath

"Look at me," the letters cry out
As they fall to the paper below
Words taking shape as letters escape
While forming an intricate flow

The "M" takes its place beside the "e"
And a word is suddenly born
The "N" takes it slow but makes friends with the "o"
And a brand new allegience is sworn

The "U" and the "s" are standing in line
With each one awaiting their call
Up comes the quill who just had its fill
Now "us" can finally fall

The "T" and the "h" call out to the "e"
Though nothing but silence is heard
The "e" has been busy which makes him quite dizzy
But joins them in forming a word

The "E" and the "n" wave to the "d"
The last letter the poet will send
His quill running dry, he now says goodbye
For he has finally come to "THE END"

Everyone knows when time began
But I know the day that it ended
The day you died I ceased to exist
For that's when time was suspended

My memories are now, all that I have
To get me through each day
My heart no longer, thirsts for life
Each second, it starts to decay

My soul, now wandering aimlessly
Loneliness, my only friend
A shadow, in a world filled with light
Waiting, for death to descend

Whispering winds, keep calling your name
Leading me to and fro
Seeking for solace, in a world of despair
Not knowing which way to go

Broken, I stumble, from place to place
Cursing this prison called life
Patiently waiting, for the angel's return
To reunite me with you, my wife



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It follows me where ever I go
Like a shadow on the street
While telling all of my secrets
To everyone I meet

I try to hide my face from him
While pretending he's not real
It's him that I'm ashamed of
But something, I can't conceal

Why does he have to follow me,
This demon I try to forget?
He mocks me when he shows his face
His teeth are filled with regret

He waits until my soul is weak
Walking close behind
Then devours the person I am
Starting with my mind

He knows you too, this evil one
It's a shadow, we all cast
He tells our secrets to one and all
This demon, we call our past

I've seen the face of evil
It tried to stare me down
It expected me to run
But instead I stood my ground

Its eyes were bloodshot red
Like a ****** high on ****
Its teeth were in a glass
It tried to gum me half to death

Its nose was like a cactus root
Twenty times compounded
I've never seen a cactus root
I just like the way it sounded

A **** stood high upon its back
That looked like a wayward camel
Covered in hair from head to toe
It just had to be a mammal

Horns fastened atop its head
It had such a horrible growl
Each time it did, it would drool a bit
So I gave it a paper towel

I'm telling you this thing was evil
I think it wanted my soul
I finally tried to run away
But the thing wouldn't let me go

It grabbed a hold of my belt loop
And I was pulling with all my might
I think it gave me a ******
Cause my underwear was gettin' tight

The beast was trying to **** me
Then someone turned on the light
If you think it was mother-in-law
Then, once again, you're right

There is a song that few have learned
That make the fairies dance
A secret spell that must be earned
That puts them in a trance

Late at night, when the moon is full
The queen will soon appear
All the fairies push and pull
In hopes of standing near

For tonight, the queen will choose a king
When the song is sung outloud
As all the fairies begin to sing
She passes through the crowd

They bow their heads as she walks by
But each one steals a glance
Their wings point high toward the sky
As the queen begins to dance

They sing her songs of romance
In the meadow where fairies dwell
Hoping the queen will give them a chance
As each one casts their spell

Her king is finally chosen
The queen has picked her king
The fairies voices are frozen
'Til the next time the fairies sing

The flowers in the bible
Her thoughts of yesterday
Pressed between the pages
So they couldn't fade away

Grandma would read us stories
From her bible every night
But she'd stop to smell the roses
That the pages held so tight

She'd always smile and close her eyes
As she traced the petal's form
Her mind would drift to things long passed
As her broken heart would warm

She'd tell us of a oak tree
Where Grandpa carved her name
The place where they got married
When two hearts would beat the same

He gave her on their wedding day
This rose she loves to touch
It takes her back to yesterday
To a man she loved so much

The day that Grandma passed away
And we laid her in the grave
We buried her with that bible
And the flowers that Grandpa gave

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Each time she passed the flower stand
He gave her one red rose
Who he was or where he's from
No one really knows

He'd always smile and tip his hat
Each day as she walked by
A lonely old man on the corner
Beneath the clear blue sky

Then late one night the old man died
The corner now looked bare
But from a tiny crack in the sidewalk
A single red rose was there

She picked the rose and smelled its petals
Remembering the flower stand
A smile crossed her face as she walked away
As she thought of the little old man

The very next day she passed this place
The flower somehow grew back
A single red rose that stands alone
In the tiny sidewalk crack

Each time she passed the flower stand
He gave her one red rose
Who he was or where he's from
No one really knows

Well, when I started getting older
I decided to set out on a quest
I was gonna find that Fountain of Youth
Or, at least, I'd try my best

I stumbled across this forgotten village
Where only young people live
That's when I knew I'd found it
I was almost positive

I saw this beautiful stone fountain
Standing in the middle of the square
My journey was finally over
As I slowly walked over there

They had a tarnished silver dipper
That was hanging on a nail
Beside it was a old wooden bucket
And then, a golden pail

As I was reaching for the dipper
This little boy appeared
He said, "Careful you choose correctly"
And he suddenly disappeared

Now, I didn't know which one to choose
The wooden bucket or pail of gold
So I decided to drink a little of both
At least, I wouldn't grow old

And then a couple of hours later
I noticed, I wasn't looking too young
Then that little boy came back and said,
"Do you know what you have done?"

I answered, "Yes I do" before I thought
Though I really wanted to lie
I just couldn't make mysef do it
No matter how hard I'd try

"You have cheated," the little boy said
"Now you'll never find your youth
For by tasting both you've deceived yourself
And it became the Fountain of Truth?

So, needless to say, I really messed up
And I'm cursed for the rest of my life
Cause it doesn't matter how hard I try
I can never tell a lie to my wife

They'll be no more late night poker games
Or a night on the town with the guys
I've changed my name to honest Abe
For I can't tell no more lies

Now, the reason I wrote this story
Is, well, I really can't tell you why
I was gonna make a reason up
But, remember? I just can't tell a lie

Well, when I started getting older
I decided to set out on a quest
I was gonna find that Fountain of Youth
Or, at least, I'd try my best

I stumbled across this forgotten village
Where only young people live
That's when I knew I'd found it
I was almost positive

I saw this beautiful stone fountain
Standing in the middle of the square
My journey was finally over
As I slowly walked over there

They had a tarnished silver dipper
That was hanging on a nail
Beside it was a old wooden bucket
And then, a golden pail

As I was reaching for the dipper
This little boy appeared
He said, "Careful you choose correctly"
And he suddenly disappeared

Now, I didn't know which one to choose
The wooden bucket or pail of gold
So I decided to drink a little of both
At least, I wouldn't grow old

And then a couple of hours later
I noticed, I wasn't looking too young
Then that little boy came back and said,
"Do you know what you have done?"

I answered, "Yes I do" before I thought
Though I really wanted to lie
I just couldn't make mysef do it
No matter how hard I'd try

"You have cheated," the little boy said
"Now you'll never find your youth
For by tasting both you've deceived yourself
And it became the Fountain of Truth?

So, needless to say, I really messed up
And I'm cursed for the rest of my life
Cause it doesn't matter how hard I try
I can never tell a lie to my wife

They'll be no more late night poker games
Or a night on the town with the guys
I've changed my name to honest Abe
For I can't tell no more lies

Now, the reason I wrote this story
Is, well, I really can't tell you why
I was gonna make a reason up
But, remember? I just can't tell a lie



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Well, I've never been accused
Of ever being too bright
I don't have to think too much
Cause my wife is always right

Even on my wedding day
Before I could say I do
My wife done said, "You Better"
So, I kinda thought so too

Now I never make decisions
Ain't that right dear?
See?, what'd I tell you?
Did everybody hear?

Now, my wife says, I'm not henpecked
If that's what your thinkin'
And, no, there's no chain around my ankle
So, just ignore the clinkin'

She says, if I will make the money
Then she'll make sure it's spent
The only money I ever keep
Is what I have to pay her for rent

Now, I know ya'll think I'm stupid
Well, that just simply isn't true
My wife says I'm a genius
With a perfect ten I.Q.

Now, my wife is the one with the brains
She tells me so, all the time
I know that she loves me too
Cause, she tells me, I'm one of a kind

Well, she says it's time to end this poem
So I guess I better go
And I still know what you're thinking
It's not because she told me so

It's not in the rhymes you make
That tells one who you are
It's not what you feel inside
No matter how bizzare

It's not in the story you tell
That makes the reader cry
It's not in all the mystery
That leaves them asking why

It's not in the joy you bring
That causes them to smile
Or all the fancy words you use
Or because they love your style

It's not the tales of forgotten love
That makes the reader weep
It's not the broken promises
That someone's pledged to keep

It's not in all the anger
That flows from the writer's pen
Or the feelings of betrayal
We sometimes feel within

It's not in our descriptions
That makes the reader soar
Or the feelings of bewilderment
As we leave them wanting more

It's not in all the broken hearts
That's written across the page
The hope of being famous
Or to make the world your stage

One definition cannot define
The gift that a poem brings
A poem is so much more than that
For it is all these things

Raised by her grandparents in the 1800's
Her parents were the **** of the earth
The terrors she'd faced were nightmares
A prisoner since the day of her birth

They lived in a place called Middle Creek
No one would ever come around
Nobody even knew she existed
For they never took her to town

Even the neighbors knew nothing of her
For the girl had never been seen
The broken-down shack they lived in
Would somehow muffle her screams

By now, she was only twelve years old
The object of her grandfather's abuse
He tied her in the cellar each night
As she begged him to turn her loose

Night after night, her screams went unheard
As she wallowed in utter despair
Why would no one come help her?
Was it because they just didn't care?

He beat her and ***** her day after day
Til she simply couldn't take no more
Then one day, she lay motionless
Lifeless, on the floor

Legend has it her blood is still there
Right where the little girl died
To hide her body, for no one would see
He covered her, with red seal lye

You can see her today, at least her ghost
As she runs through her grandfather's field
With her grandfather not too far behind
Chasing the one that he killed

In a very small village in eighteen ten
A ritual took place of sorts
A woman would dance on top of the graves
In order to bring back a corpse

Some people called her the grave dancer
For her purpose was dancing on graves
When a loved one would die no one would cry
For she turned all the dead into slaves

Though they were mindless and decaying
The people just wanted them near
While this witch was alive the dead ones would thrive
She said there was nothing to fear

Then one morning a woman lost her husband
They buried him later that night
They went to the dancer but fell short of an answer
Cause the woman was no where in sight

Then the dead started eating their children
The people of the village were shaken
With the children now gone it wouldn't be long
Til the rest of the people were taken

In another small village in eighteen twelve
A ritual took place of sorts
A woman would dance on top of the graves
In order to bring back a corpse

I've never seen the rain so clear
As I do when it floods her eyes
I feel the pain she's going thru
Each time my little girl cries

How do I tell her that she's dying,
That her hero can't save the day?
Some kind of hero I turned out to be
I can't even say "It's okay"

Death is something she don't understand
I don't think anybody really does
She keeps asking me, "Will it be over soon?",
And, "I want it to be like it was"

What do I tell her when she asks me this?
I just hold her hand and smile
I say, "Don't worry sunshine, I know it hurts,
It will all be over in a while"

There's nothing worse than losing a child
It will tear your world apart
She says, "Thank you daddy, for being the hero,
That I carry inside of my heart"

As she utters those final words of love
She quietly closes her eyes
I gently kiss her on top of her head
As a piece of her hero dies

I've never seen the rain so clear
As I do when it floods her eyes
I feel the pain she's going thru
Each time my little girl cries

How do I tell her that she's dying,
That her hero can't save the day?
Some kind of hero I turned out to be
I can't even say "It's okay"

Death is something she don't understand
I don't think anybody really does
She keeps asking me, "Will it be over soon?",
And, "I want it to be like it was"

What do I tell her when she asks me this?
I just hold her hand and smile
I say, "Don't worry sunshine, I know it hurts,
It will all be over in a while"

There's nothing worse than losing a child
It will tear your world apart
She says, "Thank you daddy, for being the hero,
That I carry inside of my heart"

As she utters those final words of love
She quietly closes her eyes
I gently kiss her on top of her head
As a piece of her hero dies

I am the honest poet
Okay maybe I'm not
I probably lie a little
Okay maybe I lie a lot

I mean does it really matter
If what I say is true?
It shouldn't matter at all
If I'm not talking to you

I often even lie to myself
I can't believe a word I say
I'm not very trustworthy
Maybe it's better that way

I lie and say I'm joking
Tho it was really a lie
Try and figure that on out
If you really wanna try

I'm not really a liar
See, I lied once more
No, I'm only kidding
Remember what I said before?

Okay, I guess I'll end this poem
Or maybe I might be lying
Okay I'm doin' the best I can
Okay, I'm not, but I'm trying

I chased that thing all morning
But he always got away
He must have found a hiding place
Somewhere safe to stay

He was on the kitchen table
Then on the bedroom door
I probably looked like an idiot
Crawling across the floor

I chased him to the fireplace
Then too the window screen
On to the kitchen counter
Was the last place he was seen

While trying to eat my breakfast
He just sit there staring at me
I finally caught him just for a second
But again that thing got free

I decided that he was smarter than me
So I gave up and went to bed
That's when I heard a mighty swat!!!
For my wife had killed him dead

Sometimes it's impossible
No matter what you do
To find the right words
You just haven't a clue

The words are elusive
And remain out of sight
With no sure direction
Not knowing what to write

The pen meets the paper
Like two strangers afar
The poet's the director
His work is the star

The silence is deafening
As your thoughts tumble in
Not knowing the ending
Or where to begin

You peer out your window
With anticipation
Void of ideas
Or divine inspiration

The writer is sidetracked
With the slightest intrusion
And this great work of art
Has become an illusion

Long ago, before words were known
Sound simply didn't exist
A smile was the only thing needed
Or a tear, if someone were missed

Love was then, the language of choice
A silent show of affection
Until that day when sound was invented
The heartbreaking cry of rejection

A teardrop had finally found its voice
The silence was broken in two
A broken heart had finally spoken
And the people knew not what to do

No words of comfort could pass their lips
For words were yet to be known
So the sound of heartbreak spread like cancer
For those doomed to suffer alone

Words would one day come to fruition
And comfort would finally be found
But the silence was silenced forever more
Because the invention of sound

I'm writing this poem with invisible ink
And it's gonna disappear
You better read it as fast as you can
For soon it won't be here

You better have a photographic memory
To remember what it said
For before you know it, it's gonna be gone
And you won't know what you've read

Now the first two stanzas are fading fast
You better hurry and read it quick
Every minute counts with invisible ink
You can hear the seconds tick

I trying to warn you to read a little faster
And I hope everyone will listen
'Cause if you don't you're gonna find out
That part of this poem is missin'

Well, I'm finally finished, this poem is over
And I hope you made to the end
It didn't disappear like I said it would
But wasn't it fun to pretend?


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Time starts ticking the day that we're born
Today becomes tomorrow's past
Yesterday is just a forgotten memory
That's fading away too fast

Everyday when the sun starts to set
We draw closer to the grave
Death keeps calling us, every hour
'Til we become his slave

When we are young, we live forever
Living life to the fullest, we're bold
But one day soon time comes to collect
Then the grave awaits, we're old

Looking back and counting our blessings
We curse the things that we've lost
For time doesn't care who we were
And all must pay the cost

Our life is only an echo in time
Destined to disappear
From birth to the grave, then we're gone
It's like we were never here

For everyone has a beginning
And soon, we all have an end
The beginning and end barely matter
It's the journey, we have to defend

No more than a ripple in time
We just keep marching on
No one left to guide us
We face this world alone

Lost without direction
We stumble into the night
Our souls reject the darkness
Ever reaching for the light

March on now weary traveler
For another day will dawn
Not knowing what tomorrow holds
Or what secrets it will spawn

If ever you see a stranger
Cross this forsaken place
Take his hand and guide him
For he too might finish this race

A dismal maze of uncertainty
Lies within our path
Our choices will determine
Is it life or is it Wrath?

You're as beautiful as the day, I met you
And it will always be that way
I said that I would always love you
And that still stands true, today

You're the best mother a child ever had
And you're also the world's greatest wife
You're the woman of a thousands dreams
That I've searched for all of my life

You always knew how to make me smile
Whenever I was feeling down
There was something in your magical voice
That would melt away my frown

I wanted to put you on a pedestal
But you said it was way too high
You said you didn't deserve it
But I never quite understood why

You're the reason that God made the sunshine
To compete with your beautiful smile
But you never thought you were special
For that was just never your style

We've made memories to last us a lifetime
And I promise to never forget
I've made you a million promises
And I haven't broken one yet

I come here today to say goodbye
And to give you one last kiss
I want you to know, as they lower you down
How much you're gonna be missed

Every teardrop tells a story
As its running down our cheek
The sound it makes cannot be heard
For its voice is much too weak

Listen to a teardrop fall
But listen with your soul
The silent screams of broken hearts
A sound you can't console

Teardrops are a language
That's spoken from the heart
An endless stream of liquid pain
That tears our world apart

Tears are often misunderstood
As a cleansing of the soul
But they leave scars that go unseen
When the pain begins to flow

Every teardrop tells a story
That most will never hear
They don't understand the language
That's spoken by the tear

Tomorrow is just another word
That I don't use much anymore
I keep looking back at yesterday
To the way it was before

The way things were before you died
When Christmas still had joy
Now Christmas trees and Santa Claus
Are too painful to enjoy

Christmas eve still passes by
The presents, all put away
This night is filled with tearful dreams
And the dread of Christmas day

Our fireplace holds no stockings now
Like it did when we first met
The gift you gave me, under the tree
I just can't open it yet

The thing I miss the most this day
I've missed for quite a while
It's the way your face would wake the sun
With your Christmas morning smile

Another Christmas has come and gone
Without you by my side
And though I cherish the birth of Christ
It's also the day you died

I planted the worlds last flower
In the garden by the brook
Its beauty took my breath away
It only took one look

It's as precious as the finest gold
And jewels cannot compare
Nothing is quite as beautiful
As the flower planted there

It's smell is like no other smell
That I have ever known
It's got to be God's pride and joy
The best He's ever sown

I covered this flower so carefully
As I placed it in the dirt
The tears I cried quenched its thirst
But for me it only hurt

I planted the worlds last flower
Under skies of purest blue
It was hard for me to walk away
For the worlds last flower was you

He wakes up early in the morning
Like it was any other day
He didn't sleep at all last night
He tried his best to pray

His mind just keeps on wandering
Back to his troubled past
And now the day of reckoning
Has finally come at last

Fifteen years he's waited
Knowing this day would come
It's time to pay for his sinful deeds
And the things that he has done

He watches the clock, as seconds pass
For time, is not his friend
With only fifteen more minutes to go
Til this life he knows will end

Fifteen years to contemplate
As he thought of his life of crime
Ten more minutes and it will all be over
For he's running out of time

He keeps praying that the phone will ring
But the call just doesn't come
Just five more minutes, left to breathe
And then it will all be done

They strap him to a cold, steel table
And administered his I.V.
They ask him if he has any last words
He said, "God has forgiven me"

He turns his head, with a final gasp
And quietly closes his eyes
He woke up early this morning
And he saw, his last sunrise

She lays in her death bed
As tears fill her eyes
Stricken with cancer
She's now paralyzed

She asks for her husband
To sit by her side
He kneels down to comfort
His bedridden bride

She says she'd give anything
Just to have one more chance
To know what it feels like
To dance

He turns on the raido
And takes her by the hand
He holds her in his arms
For she can no longer stand

As the music is playing
He carries her high
Her feet off the floor
She can almost fly

Her eyes begin closing
As they spin round and round
She fills like a princess
Who's missing her crown

She's smiling and crying
In her euphoric trance
She knows what it feels like
To dance

I lied when I said I didn't care
Before you walked away
And when I told you, "Don't come back"
I wanted you to stay

When I said I didn't love you
The pain was on your face
I said it wasn't meant to be
I said I needed space

I told you I didn't need you
You hung your head and cried
I want you to know it wasn't true
I'm sorry that I lied

You stole my heart the day we met
And you never gave it back
And all the good you have inside
Is all the good I lack

You're better than me, you always were
And though this love was brief
I'll never forget the love we had
The liar and the thief

You tell me that you know me
Can you see into my soul?
Behind these eyes are a thousand lies
That hearts cannot control

Words can be a weapon
For those who choose to believe
Behind this mask it's but a simple task
To use words to deceive

Look just a little closer
And tell me what you see
I only show what you think you know
I remain a mystery

Listen to your conscience
It plays into my hand
I'll be to you what you want me to
You think I'm an honest man

You tell me that you know me
Can you see into my soul?
I'll make you cry each time I lie
That truth cannot console

My wife asked me to do the shopping
Then handed me a grocery list
It wasn't very big just some household stuff
And some other things that she had missed

"Piece of cake," I told my wife
And out the door I went
She yelled, "Don't forget to get a receipt,
So I can see how much you spent"

I got to the market and headed for the milk
It wasn't on the list per se
But being the man who knew what he wanted
I thought I'd get it anyway

Then I strolled on over to the frozen meat
And pick up some T-bone steaks
Again, the list didn't have it written down
Just another one of her mistakes

I had to get some snacks for the football game
Cause a man can't have enough
I didn't check the list to see if it was there
Cause I was busy doing other stuff

Before I knew it the buggy was full
Okay, maybe there were three
But look at all this stuff I got
She'd be so proud of me

Nine hundred dollars and fifteen cents
And man my wife was ******
I spent a whole months budget in twenty-five minutes
And didn't buy a thing from the list

When a man and woman get married
A new language will unfold
The man knows not to question why
Just do what he is told

She never has to say a word
Men will see it in that glare
It's the look that men never speak about
The "You better not do that" stare

You know the one I speaking of
Like when a woman on the street passes by
And if she catches you sneaking a peek
You'll get that evil eye

Or when you say something stupid
And your wife starts shaking her head
You know the look I'm talking about
That one that says, "You're dead"

Or when you're at her mother's
You better not say a word
You know her eyes are watching you
Even though she's never heard

It doesn't need any definition
Cause men know what it means
It's the look than causes your heart to stop
And can even rupture their spleens

So when you learn this language
Your words will surely die
The look she'll give will be enough
To even make a grown man cry

Two people sit alone at night
Underneath the lover's moon
Praying that this war will end
And to see each other soon

She knows he has to go away
For his country calls his name
She asks the Lord to keep him safe
As the early morning came

She waves goodbye one last time
As the tears fall from her eyes
Each time she sees the evening news
She hangs her head and cries

And then one sunday morning
A car pulls up outside
She falls to the floor an empty shell
Broken and lost inside

A widow sits alone at night
Underneath the lover's moon
Praying for God to take her home
To see her husband soon

I carved our names in the old oak tree
Across from the old mill bridge
A testament of love that grew each day
Standing tall upon that ridge

They cut that oak tree down today
It's limbs were tired and worn
But they couldn't **** the memory I have
The place where love was born

I used to visit that old oak tree
Each night before I'd sleep
I'd run my fingers across it's bark
Where our names were carved so deep

That tree of love would touch the sky
Each morning when the sun would rise
I'd sit each day to pass the time
As the age grew in my eyes

Though now that tree is dead and gone
You will never be alone
For I've written our names side by side
But now it's written in stone

Once a year they'll disappear
To a place their wives can't go
With chicken wings and other things
To watch the super bowl

A place where chick flicks don't abide
For testosterone rules this place
A place where a man can be a man
With no girly stuff or lace

A place so secret even the FBI
Don't know of its existence
It's guarded by lots of ***** traps
And mans undying persistence

A place where women cannot enter
I'm talking about their wives
A secret knock will open the door
To a land of beer and high fives

So if your husbands disappear
Without even a kiss or a wave
He's only gone for once a year
To visit his secret Man Cave

He crawled thru our window
A man with no hair
Standing four feet tall
Every night he was there

We moved to this house
Not knowing of its lore
Not hearing of the evil
That lurked there before

A ****** took place
By a man and his mother
A sibling was killed
He stabbed his own brother

He would walk to our bed
Night after night
With evil in his eyes
And our hearts filled with fright

In a lab coat of white
And blood on his chest
He told us he'd **** us
For this was his quest

Only in this room
Would he always appear
To fill me and my brothers
With breathtaking fear

When we moved to another
The room would be clean
Neither mother or her son
Would ever be seen

My mother would tell us
It was only a dream
Til his mother she saw
With a blood curdling scream

The front door was locked
But like a phantom magician
She walked thru the walls
This ghostly apparition

She sit in a chair
And rocked while she laughed
My mother was paralyzed
By this witch and her craft

"You can't move can you dear?"
The woman replied
She said the death smell was sickening
From this woman who'd died

In the middle of the night
Doors would open then close
Who's coming and going?
None of us knows

The neighbors all knew
Of the things that occured
But all were too scared
To utter a word

My father would sit
By our bedside each night
Til we all fell asleep
Then turn out the light

This story is true
I was six years old
The house is still standing
And the story still told

Each Halloween season
This house will appear
In our towns local newspaper
To fill us with fear

Though now it stands empty
Many families passed thru
And all will attest
That what I've told you, is true

Words can paint a picture
The brush is the writer's quill
The letters are our brush strokes
As it paints the writer's will

Like a modern day Picasso
In the words that we paint
The paper is our canvas
As we write without restraint

Framed in the eye of the beholder
It stands the test of time
Searching for the perfect words
As he paints to make it rhyme

The ink brings out the masterpiece
That's hidden in the writer's heart
With the reader, his museum
That displays his work of art

There's something in the midnight mist
That comes this halloween
It happens every thirteen years
And hardly ever seen

A myth to some that don't believe
Until their children scream
While they sleep the mist will come
And haunt them while they dream

Where it comes from, no one knows
Perhaps, from dark and lonely places
The nightmare's real, it's plain to see
Upon their children's faces

They wake this night in utter terror
Unable to walk or speak
Paralyzed, they cannot move
No comfort can they seek

It's said the mist predicts their fate
In events that's yet to come
They cannot stop this night of dreams
Until they all succumb

This mist will come this halloween
And every thirteen years
It lasts until the sun comes up
Then simply disappears

As she listens to her music box
It makes her feel alive
She no longer dances to it's magical tune
For now she's nintey-five

It takes her back to her youthful years
Her memories, wrapped in a smile
She can only remember, bits and pieces
For it's been such a long, long while

Her daddy would lift her on his shoulders
As they danced around the room
Sometimes, she'd pretend, she was the bride
And her daddy was the groom

They played it on her wedding day
She was married for fifty-six years
Again, she winds her music box
As her eyes are filled with tears

It's music brings her comfort
When it's tune begins to play
And as she watches the lady dance
She quietly passes away

I'm startin' to run out of nursery rhymes
So, I made up one of my own
It's about a nearsighted plumber
That was accidently glued to his throne

Once upon a time, long, long ago
There was a plumber, who I'll call Dale
Poor old Dale had a hard time plumbing
Cause he really couldn't see very well

He'd gotten a call, "The toilet won't flush!
Please, can you come right away?"
Well, old Dale got in such a hurry
He forgot to take his glasses that day

Well, by the time old Dale had got there
The house was in quite a mess
He realized he'd forgotten his glasses
But he'd give that toilet his best

He'd not seen this since plumbing school
But then, he only saw it on a test
And by the time, he got his tools together
The water was starting to crest

He had spotted the problem right away
But remember now, he can only half see
The water was squirtin' six feet high
And poor Dale was only five foot three

He laid his glue on the toilet seat
While trying his best not to drown
He couldn't see where he put it at
And, of course, that's where he sat down

He didn't even know 'till it was too late
He'd bent over to loosen a nut
And that's when he first noticed that thing
The toilet was glued to his ****

So, if you ever need a real good plumber
He's the man for the job, without fail
And I hope you enjoyed this story
About the nearsighted plumber named Dale

I forgot tell you, there's one more thing
About the nearsighted plumber named Dale
That man still has that toilet seat
For the thing's still glued to his tail


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The night before the heartbreak
Nothing seems out of place
No signs of any betrayal
No hints upon their face

No empty rooms, filled with tears
The pillows, free from stain
No echo from a single heart
For it's two that still remain

No sad songs on the radio
No reasons for regret
Their name still on the telephone
No numbers to forget

No promises ever broken
For nothing seems amiss
No one ever says goodbye
No final farewell kiss

No reason to remember them
No pain to diagnose
The night before the heartbreak
Is the time that hurts the most

It happened on a snowy night
Not very long ago
My wife and I were sleeping
But I was tossing to and fro

We awaken to an awful noise
One we'd never heard before
The sound of it was frightful
And I knew I had to explore

It wasn't in the closet
Or the kitchen where we eat
It wasn't the dog for he was there
Cowering at our feet

It wasn't in the attic
For no footsteps were heard at all
I picked up my Louisville slugger
As I wandered down the hall

It wasn't in the living room
Or on the bathroom floor
I crept downstairs with bat in hand
As I opened the basement door

Each step would seem like hours
As I quietly held my breath
One mistake could bring me closer
To a most untimely death

I fumbled with the light switch
Anticipation filled the air
The moment of truth had finally come
To see what monster was there

Now that I have your attention
I hope you're ready to scream
For none of this really happened
It was only just a dream

I'm sorry about the ending
But you really should have known
This is the kind of poems I write
Whenever I'm alone

I wish I could write a poem that rhymes
I've tried to do it a million times, or more
The words never seem for me to come
At least not as easy as it does for some, people

I just don't know what I should do
To get my words to rhyme like you, can
Well one of these days maybe I will
I'll finally write something I feel, inside

Why can't I find these words I seek?
Sometimes I hunt for more than a week, or two
I won't give up just wait and see
One day these words will come to me, maybe

Oh Wizard of Words lend me your ear
Help me to rhyme these words right here, sometimes
I think I can, well maybe I might
Think of a rhyme for me to write, today

No one will ever know my name
If my words don't rhyme or sound the same, way
I've finally come to my conclusion
Did you notice this poem's an optical illusion, of sorts?







Read it again and stop at the commas

Blue was his wife's favorite color
So he bought her a painted blue rose
She said she'd never seen anything like it
So she carries it where ever she goes

He woke up early one morning
To make his wife breakfest in bed
The rose lay alone on the table
Beside it his wife was found dead

The blue rose was placed on her coffin
Then removed when they lowered her down
Cast aside with the discarded trash
That was lying closeby on the ground

A little girl around nine or ten
Picked it up and took it back home
Here on vacation to visit her family
But now on her way back to Rome

She gave the rose to her Grandmother
Who carried it all the way to Japan
Who then gave the rose to her waitress
For lending her a helping hand

The waitress gives the rose to a stranger
Who was now on his way back to France
Who gave the rose to his daughter
As her whole class was watching her dance

She then gave the rose to her teacher
Who was leaving to start a new life
He was on his way to America
To be with his children and wife

He then gave the rose to his brother
Who's still grieving the death of his bride
He places the rose on her gravestone
Where it started the day that she died

The paper will always listen
To what a teardrop has to say
We write with tears to free the soul
As we wipe the stains away

Heartaches are filled with heavy words
Tears make our heartaches light
Whenever we feel the weight of the world
The tears begin to write

The paper will never judge us
No matter who we are
Its only purpose, is to catch the tears
And heal our spirit's scar

Inside of every tear that falls
A broken heart is found
It must slowly stain the paper
Before it can make a sound

It's a necessary combination
These heartache souvenirs
A marriage made in heaven
The paper and the tears

There was magic in the poet's quill
For whatever he wrote came true
A man who could write the future
And the past if he wanted to

He always wrote of happy endings
Until one day he wrote of a curse
The world grew dark and barren
As he scribbled his enchanted verse

Like an evil wizard he cast his spell
Using only his words as magic
Feverishly, he wrote a world of gloom
And the result was truly tragic

He wrote of sorrow and broken things
The world was filled with tears
And all the good he'd ever written
Just suddenly disappears

He wrote the sun would shine no more
And the moon was a thing of the past
The people on earth were crying for mercy
How much longer could this last?

No on knew why the poet had changed
And why his writings became so dark
They knew not what tomorrow would hold
On this journey they were forced to embark

For the poet had suffered a broken heart
And his sadness betrayed his words
He no longer wrote of the beautiful flowers
Or the love songs sung by the birds

This curse would last for twenty years
Until the poet's heart was mended
For when he found his one true love
His curse had finally ended

She writes the words so carefully
Making sure they rhyme
Her poem is simply a work of art
She patiently takes her time

She tells the story of a dragon
And how his wings unfurled
A magical place beyond the clouds
In some far and distant world

She writes about the dragon's heart
And the place from whence he came
She writes about his breath of fire
And the power of his mighty flame

She pauses a moment, to gather her thoughts
As inspiration guides her hand
She writes about a golden lake
In this forsaken fairytale land

A land that's filled with shadows
With danger around every turn
Her dragon seeks his victims out
With another village to burn

Then she writes her hero's entrance
A knight with a golden lance
He enters on his stallion of white
For he is their only chance

Her dragon attacks with a vengance
To deliver her knight his pain
But his lance had flew straight and true
And the poet's dragon was slain

She smiles as she turns the page
And basks in her dragon's defeat
Her work of art now sealed with a kiss
Is one she hopes to repeat