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The plagiarist is somebody
who loves the high regard.
Talent less and lazy and
lack a sense of working hard.

Its easier to copy,
take credit for another's trade
because they lack accomplishment,
it makes them feel afraid.

Afraid, because of inadequacy
in what they do or say
they want the credit of their peers
without a price too pay.

Incompetent and shallow
might cause these beasts to steal.
They like to boast of mastery
but of course this is not real

Shameful in their thievery
could never achieve the work they stole
but perhaps when they're pretending
this helps to make them feel whole.

This should not make them happy.
This should not make them glad.
In fact it should reiterate
that they are really, very sad!
14th September 2014
  Sep 2014 Shannon Jeffery
Jack
Here is a tale of a dog and a cat
And a *** bellied pig, so pink and so fat
Of days in the garden alongside a farm
A whimsical story of magic and charm

The dog as he was of bushy descent
Yellow in color where ever he went
Digging a hole was his prime source of fun
As a matter of fact he had just finished one

The collar he wore was a leathery find
With studs made of silver so brightly it shined
His tail ever wagging, a happy old guy
He hung with is friends as the hours passed by

The cat on the other hand, sleek and so fine
A coat made of orange with stripes it combined
Cleaning a habit I see in all cats
But this one was special for it wore a hat

A tiny straw chapeau with fine feathered brim
A ribbon of pink that was wrapped round her chin
Though not really sure if a cat finds the style
But more as I looked I would bet that she smiled

And there to her left with a snort and a grunt
Was a portly built fellow the legs of a runt
Fine wispy hair that did cover the skin
With a gather of long ones that hung from his chin

Puffing along an attempt to keep pace
The dog and the cat and the pig they would race
Faster and faster they’d run through the fields
Though what was the secret of friendship revealed

None were the same as they differed and so
Still bound together a’ running they’d go
Never before as I think about that
Has a dog or a pig ever friended a cat

For ever so prissy, no memories jog
A cat who was friends with a pig and a dog
Though still I could see right abreast of my eyes
These three companions did bring the surprise

What is the moral of all that I see?
It sure does not matter of your company
Whether a dog or a pig or a cat
You can make friends with whomever you chat

People are different in color and race
But everyone seems to be wearing a face
A face that can smile, a face that can cry
A face that can hello or even good bye

If only we look at each other the same
Will we find fortune in learning their name
No matter the differences that we might see
It pays for each of us to every time be

Nice to each other and all things like that
Just like the dog and the pig and the cat
Shannon Jeffery Sep 2014
For those who don't like poetry,
Think it's just words jumbled in.
You're only reading
The first layer, the skin.

Take some time to understand
That our heart and souls
Are engraved into every word,
Poems are our crown jewels

You may have a passion for sport
Or even racing cars.
I hope your catching my drift
For we all look to the stars.

Try digging to the deeper layers,
You might find yourself gliding
Across plains or an ocean,
But no matter what I'll continue writing
Shannon Jeffery Sep 2014
Pen scratched dry
Pages painted blank
Inking silenced this night
Shannon Jeffery Sep 2014
Who is it that silently
Stole my heart
Who laced their seal
Upon my chest

No one I meet
Sparks a second beat
Blind to all
Except the graceful thief

Your breathe on the air
Into the sky I stare
Imagining where you lay
Waiting for that one special day
  Sep 2014 Shannon Jeffery
Mike Hauser
Poetry...Are you kidding me?!
And you call yourself a man?
Do you like Unicorns with paisley horns
and rainbow marching bands?

Is your love in life, butterflies
that give sweet sticky kisses?
Flutter off holding hands
with fluffy cuddly kittens?

Do you also ride on girly bikes
and play with Barbie dolls?
Poetry...Are you kidding me?!
Now I think I've seen it all!
Just thinking of some of the reactions I get when I tell some guys I write poetry...Maybe not this drastic but you get the idea!
  Sep 2014 Shannon Jeffery
Dee
You ask me where I met her…
In a dream world, I guess
It was during night’s astral stroll
That I first saw that beautiful soul...

I saw her deep in thought
Realized the truth that I forgot
The ethereal presence was a savant spirit
In body whom I had never met...

Looking at me…a look of askance
‘Would you guide my ship, be my navigator’
I waved at the nothingness…at a mirage
Said ‘sure if you were to be by my side
Murmuring your sweet guidance in my ear’.

As we lifted off on the zephyr
Saw the tors and vales far below
The moon looking…peering at us
The stars with a benevolent glow

She pointed towards the dark horizon
That’s where she wanted us to go
The kiss of an arrow shot from a bow
But then, did souls need worry
About distance and time's flurry?

Oblivious to the world’s reality,
We flew into a dreamy eternity…
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