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Larry Potter Aug 2017
Chubby Crimson  Cheeks
Pressing to Pinkish Palms
Gawking Gray Gangsters
Falling to Fuschia Feelings.

Enchanting Emerald Eyes
Staring at Silver Skies
Peering Purple Punks
Bumbling on Black Boots.

Laughing Lilac Lips
Caressing Cream Chin
Gazing Golden Goons
Stupefied on Sepia Street.

Single Scarlet Strand
On Cute Charcoal Cut
Talking Tanned Thugs
Groggy on Green Grass.
Larry Potter Jun 2017
There's not a single day
That you'd come home
Without wearing  
A smile on your face.
I would hurriedly run
Towards the front door
And eagerly reach
For one of your hands.
As it pressed upon my
Sweaty forehead
Filled with naive thoughts
And childish games.
I felt the warmth in it
Like a tireless contraption
Ready to twist and turn
And push and pull.
You'd effortlessly brush off
The dirt from your shoes
And quickly remove your socks
So you can walk around the house.
You'd gladly embrace mother
And greet my brother and sisters
Almost like you've returned
From a wonderful vacation.
But now I finally realize
You've been coming home
From the daily battles of life
Emerging as an undefeated victor.
You are the unsung hero
Whose stories I'm proud to tell,
Whose resolve is unparalleled,
Whose love is beyond compare.
Dedicated to my ever-loving father. We love you pa!
Larry Potter May 2017
Born in the Taurian month of the Rabbit's year,
Raffy is a brother's name of rarest humor;
Ornate with friends for his compassionate nature,
Truly a rough gem to be polished still;
His life can be called an intricate topsy-turvy,
Every puzzle piece is woven by familial love
R**est assured he is blessed, and a blessing from above.
Happy Birthday brotha!
Larry Potter May 2017
The comfiest human bed warmer I ever had,
My fundamental tutor of the good and the bad,
The original storyteller in my bedtime tantrums,
The resident photographer of my birthday albums.

The accidental magician who tricked me out of my worries,
A sympathetic dictator who scolds but allows my fancies,
My biased talent manager who always tells me I'm the best,
The loudest cheerleader who puts to shame all the rest.

The world's underrated chef cooking heavenly meals,
Our unpaid laundry lady worrying over water bills,
The overqualified nurse never leaving her patient,
Our top-notch budget analyst negotiating every payment.

The random gardener, she can grow anything with ease,
Our talkative historian, she stops recalling only if we say please,
The uncanny philosopher, we've learned a lot from her,
The lost and found administrator, tracking things hidden anywhere.

The most efficient multitasker I've ever known,
My trustworthy adviser who knows me down to my bones,
A tough fighter who keeps winning her every battle,
My life's co-creator and this world's greatest mother.
Happy Mother's Day!
Larry Potter Apr 2017
The Easter Bunny came hopping,
Bringing his delightful corruption.
Of drugged candies and malicious toys,
Luring children into misrepresentation.

Armed men play an Easter hunt,
A trail of empty shells on their back.
Not of poultry eggs but deadly bullets,
As they enter forsaken cities to sack.

The Sunday of renewal has come,
But useless over the forest of stones.
Where hopeless and mournful souls,
Sat over thousands of crumbling bones.
Larry Potter Apr 2017
Medusa's death was not all in vain
After Perseus' sickle caressed her neck
She gazed at his aegis with eyes of victory
And whispered your name to the wind.

Steno and Euryale raised you well
To become all the things they can never be
A monster's dreams, an outcast's hopes
Your sisters' love turned to sibling rivalry.*

And here you are, in the world of mortals
Trying to love what your sisters loathed
Begging to understand the ways of men
Seeking your own form of redemption.

But as the fourth Gorgon you are yet to be
You're all the things a monster is not
Transcending divine beauty effortlessly
Putting all the Greek goddesses to shame.

Your gaze doesn't turn mortals to stone
But rather warm their cold and drunken hearts
Your hair's on braids, not a hundred snakes
Stroked by velvet palms instead of hands of brass.

You got a pair of fangs, but harmless ones
That makes your smiles the most fascinating
Perhaps even Athena, goddess as she is
*Can't curse a rare beauty that you are.
To all the lovely ladies out there who feel lost and (or) confused with what is going on with their life, cheer up! :)
Larry Potter Mar 2017
You tell the tale of your perfect life
But you can't even undress your wife
Or spend a weekend with your kids
And visit your parents that you didn't miss.

You spread your arms to boast your wealth
But you didn't even mind your health
All those luxuries to feed your hungry ego
Can't fill you up and every night you bellow.

You act like a king in your tiny office
But you're just a parrot caged in your petty worries
In a cramped up square of your own limits
A boring building of dancing digits.

You spend the night with your circle of friends
But they don't really appreciate your presence
Wrapped inside your own bubble of vanity
A suffocating sphere nobody wishes to be.

You claim to be a man of godly proportions
But you're a sad case that needs divine intervention
Your life is certainly a rare work of art
But Leonardo da Vinci would tear you apart.
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