Sometimes I'm a circle
I go round and round
Sometimes I'm a square
Cause I have a feeling
of being boxed in
and sometimes when
I'm a sparkling diamond
I'm everyone's friend

Mermaids and pirates
Spending this night together,
A hot starry night

My favorite creatures of the night-
Sometimes after midnight
They fly around the neighborhood
and call out loudly "Who"
And then sometimes repeatedly,
they cry,  "Who, who, who"

February's crescent moon adorns the sky
like a lovely golden pendant one wears
on prom night with that special guy
O' crescent moon, O' crescent moon
leaves all the girls and guys dreamin'
With thoughts of those lazy days in June
when sleeping under diamond stars
and a crystal moon was heaven

There's a brick wall in a neighborhood not far
Though if I were an ant
might be like the distance of here to our star

Sometimes I transform into a fluttering butterfly
and over the grand impenetrable wall
I fly

Just to see what's on the other side

Whatever shall be, shall be, shall be
Our lives are all woven together, like embroidery
And like those long gone poets from long ago
We take our pen and let words flow
And just know that whatever shall be, shall be
And is bigger than all of us, you and me
So begin take your pen and let those words go
Write poetry of the sun, the wind, and the snow
And just remember, just know
We're all pieces, just another part of the whole
Just like those poets from long ago

muses with words spun of finest silk
and as fragile as butterfly wings
never cometh spilling those words
for my broken pen to flow over scrolls
leaving messages for all time

A hypocrite is a hypocrite
and a sinner is a sinner


I believe a sinner does what he wishes
seven days a week

And a hypocrite does what he wants
six days a week
and goes to church to repent on Sunday

And then we have those who call themselves
Christians

In their own eyes they are Christians
They can do no wrong,
only find fault in others


And you ladies call yourselves Christians
I'm not so sure when you speak
of the pastor's wife that way

I believe she can wear anything she likes
including those tight leather pants
Cause it's her perogative

O' Muses of poetry left us with a smile
and so many questions

What inspires one to become a poet?
Love? Happiness? Depression?

Some poets write poems continuously
Morning, noon, and night

From where comes this burning love?
From where this obsession?

And we write of muses and poetry
Until we can write no more

Beauty is found in things above
and things below

Beauty is found in a rainbow
A twinkle, twinkle show
And a firefly's glow

And beauty is found in your smile
just so

They say beauty is always found
in the eye of the beholder
Is it true, I don't know

Beauty is found in special places
and upon kindest faces

With men of honor and their shield
And beauty is found
upon wildflowers in a field
Of this I know

Will I wake up tomorrow
and see the sky still painted Blue?
And will I find
No one has made off with
my diamond shoes?

Our world is in trouble, not just rising prices
Famine, drought, and Co2 polluted skies
Look close and quickly jump off the tracks
Our population has spread like wildfire
Quite frightening, with no solution in sight
How can we stop this crazy train tonight?
7.4 Billion and counting soon to be 9.8 B
As every celebrity is blessed with Twins
A phenomenonal occurence? a coincidence?
Oops double pleasure, Double mint gum?
Anyway we have questions with no answers
How is mother earth going to care for us?
Supply us with water,  food and clothing?
Can we vacuum the Co2, leaving our sky clean?
Will tomorrow be a nightmare or a Dream?
Oh poets, our future awaits to be seen..

dancing are all the stars in the midnight sky
as the shining moon looks upon with a smile
and I'm lost in a dream of dancing with you
you love only you, dancing the night away

my dream,  a lovely dream, a beautiful dream
a sweet, sweet dream, sweetheart of my dreams
a dream of dancing one dance on a summer's night
with you, dancing stars and a shining moon

"Nineteen trillion,
nine hundred
sixty three billion"
says the duke of finance

"Woa, that's a lot of dough"
says the king
"We need to cut back
on our spending"

Funny some court jesters
Had gathered around
To inspire the king's laugh
Yet, he made not a sound

Though they did bear witness
to the majestic king
signing a new decree
"Only the bare necessities"

And some of the people
were well pleased,
And some of the people
Protested in the streets

Hp's wonderful change
painting my world beautiful
like morning sunshine

Woa, last evening my unicorn and i
We traveled farther and farther
farther than we've ever gone before
we traveled to a fantastical realm
through prisms of red, pink, orange
yellow, green, blue and purple
through a doorway of enchantment
to an enchanting planet of giant trees
with dragonflies as huge as eagles
and millipedes large as crocodiles
together we stood under an evening sky
of blue and admired a shooting star

Hail, warriors of sandhill
Defend their territory
with flaming fire

Shooting poison darts
Carrying away in carts
Leaving one clueless

Who could ever forget thee?
Mighty ones of Pantego
Pantego

Since Parkland Florida many are taking a stand
against senseless violence, and such
Yet I still wonder,
When are parents going to start being parents,
And securing their guns
and weapons?
When are parents going to start taking
responsibility for their actions?


When are parents going to begin
making things right,
And teach their children to use their brains,
and solve their differences
with communication,
and if all else fails
never bring a gun to a fist fight?

When are parents going to start being parents?
Cause last time I checked being a parent was more
than just kissing a child goodnight
Being a parent meant being responsible
and taking responsibility
for all the wrongs a parent needs to make right

Caught between today and tomorrow
My dreams and my ambitions
My losses and my failures
Holding on and making plans
Wondering if I can capture
and hold onto my next dream

Almost thought I would never see rain ever again
Yet today the rain came down by buckets

What a spectacular sight!
How amazing!
Water falling from the sky!

And those clouds floating way up high
What a performance
How do they hold so much water?
Big clouds and Little clouds

Almost seems like an impossible illusion
One that can't be real

Rain never came around here anymore
Rain had become a legend
A fairytale of sorts

Rain was just another fantastic dream
Older folks shared with their children
A beautiful  little fantasy

Rain was like Santa Claus,
the easter bunny, and the tooth fairy
All rolled into one

Rain was never real, that was all a lie
Who could ever believe,
water once fell from the sky

Until one fine day unlike any other,
a few drops fell from a cloud
producing the finest of fragrances

And the people all became high and giddy
Some so excited and disoriented,
you would think they drank liquor


And when they all passed out
laying on the ground,
the rain continued falling down

Last night, Halloween night,  gasp
A phantom skull peers through my window
Alas, with a smoky ambience, an eerie glow
Watches me sleep, and sleep, and sleep
And dream, and dream, and dream
My guardian, a phantom skull

Please everyone
Let's save the Earth for future generations
For all the people and animals
not yet born

For those who will enjoy our poetry
for many centuries to come
After every one of us has passed away
and gone

Let's save the Earth and let her change naturally
Let her divide her continents
and crumble her mountains to the sea
Let's not take the path and achieve this for her

Let's save the Earth for future explorers of space
So they can see our planet in its full beauty
When they look upon our Earth,
Tears of love will be streaming down their face
as they look upon with awe

Let's save the Earth
For all those who will live upon our planet
hundreds of years from now
Please let's leave them all a beautiful place
to call home

Drowning in your words,
I'm going down,
down,
down

I'm drowning in your words
with a smile,
and not
a frown

Poetry is a laugh, poetry is a smile
Poetry is sunlight
Stopping by to stay awhile

Poetry can be many things don't you know
There is no rule, everything goes

Poetry is the color of summer,
the color of spring
Poetry is an iguana,
red roses, and diamond rings

And poetry is a time when monks are down
praying on their knees
Obediently

Poetry is a seagull flying on a breeze
As tourists pose for a camera
and say cheese

Positivity is most beautiful
Don't you think so, too?
Like after a sudden rain shower,
and a gorgeous sky of blue
Oh, positivity is so cool

Posessions
My posessions mean nothing
absolutely nothing!

I would give up every material thing
in my possession

Just to see my mother again

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Just a small piece enjoy ★
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And whether a child is born
in the urban sprawl of Detroit

Or the windswept plains of Nebraska
They look up at the same night sky

They fill their heart with the same dreams
And they are infused with the breath of life
By the same almighty creator!

--A poem by President Donald Trump  

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Extremely beautiful, President Trump
thank you for this ♡

In a rainforest
admiring everything green,
A blue butterfly

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Our Donald­ J. Trump, he's the president of the United States
In America and Washington DC, He's the greatest!

He's got the pen, He's got the power, He's the man of the hour  
And he's signing executive orders as fast as he can!

He's just like superman, Woa! - By 4 am he's inked a travel ban,
Kissed his wife, walked the dog and sanctioned Iran!

And Donald J. Trump's done all of this before sunrise, Whew!
Regards, President Donald J. Trump,  45 stars for you!
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So you have a new dog for protection
Cause the man on the street
just left detention
and your wife has no objection
you say your better off than before

Okay, so your new friend is a pit bull
and just to keep this anonymous
we shall say his name is Barnabas
And so Barnabas is friendly and sweet
with everyone he meets,

Until one day, you let Barnabas outside
for some fresh air
and he meets the pretty little girl
who lives down the street
with a curl in her hair

Oh she sings a song to her teddy bear
and your new best friend, Barnabas
doesn't like girls with curls
So he tears her to pieces
and her little brown teddy bear

And you begin to fret
cause the law states specifically
You,  you're the one
You're being held responsible
for Barnabas breaking the golden rule
and mauling a pretty little girl
with a curl in her hair

And we ask how is this scenario different
As the finger by the law of the land
points straight at you
Than if your child goes berserk,
and shoots everyone in the school band
I'm sorry I just don't understand

How do we save a country and every citizen?
Is there a big red button to rewind us back in time?
When life wasn't so complicated
When so many magicians didn't rule the land
Handing everyone rocks
and saying they're high quality diamonds
How to solve this ongoing problem
There must be a solution

In a whirl of a shimmering mist
the wizard popped on the scene
And I said Wizard, Oh wizard
I just want to scream

Safe schools are most important
When will schools be more secure?
When will our nation learn,
And will evil ever be cured?

Today scorching hot,
Ants wearing siver spacesuits
traversing the dune

Love,  I'm going on a voyage, traveling wherever
And whichever direction my heart says to go,
My heart compass can't go wrong
Searching for paradise will be my greatest quest,
when I discover this dreamscape so picturesque
My expression will be one of pure happiness

Song of seduction,
Summer's night in Paradise
A nightingale sings

Our God is a wondrous God
he is the creator
there isn’t anyone greater
he’s created the earth
and the constellations
he produced everything original
no imitation
anything and everything we need
with only a handful of seed
he held in the palm of his hand
seeds of other planets
and seeds of a distant star
everything we see
and everything we are
he marveled at the seeds of life
he held in his palm
and when the winds were calm
he blew the seeds upon the land
into the seas
and across the sand
he’s created everything we see
and everything we are
from our home planet
to the distant star!

Was just thinking of all the people
who lived and died

How many people could there be?
Millions, billions, trillions

And every single person's unique
with their own individual story

So astonishing

Wizard, oh wizard to whom should I cry
If I cry not to thee
My friends all say, So disheartening
and certainly it is,  I so agree
Truly sad Wizard, when I should say
Our leaders should bow their head in shame
Yet, we know they aren't to blame,
knowing majority of homes,
businesses and government institutions
Have way much better security
than America's school system

"Very difficult," says a little fairy
sitting all alone by herself
near a little singing brooke

and me, i was sitting by a tree
reading my poetry book
she cried to whom, i know not

"alas, finding real true love
is so very difficult"
i heard her say, and i thought
to myself, i must agree

When I can't take it anymore,
I'll be happy when death comes for me,
knocking at my door
For I don't wish to be older than old
crippled in a chair,
Waiting for someone to come,
And brush my hair

You know those talented Poets,
the ones that perform vanishing acts
Just like a ghost

Wonder why those poets
up and left HP?
Did they find a place better?
Did they find a place more
lovely?

Perhaps they lost their muse,
their pen, their flow
Or perhaps they await for spring
when beautiful things begin
to grow

Well anyway, I just wish to say
I miss those talented poets
Whose every word turns into
glittering gold

special surprises
and pink sunrises

surround me
in my castle high

He's my sun, he's my love, he shine's so bright
He lights up my days, and even my nights
Sometimes he tosses me gently on the bed
Messes up my hair, and messes up my head
I wiggle away like a kitten, and become free
Then spontaneously I shower him with a smile
"Would you like to enjoy a drink with me?'"
xoxo

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Standing Rock Sioux Tribe, great warriors of mother earth
These are the men I love, they know what love's worth

I see them and I smile, and I say "Come love me Tonight"
Love me long into the night, love me under the moonlight

And the warrior with skin sun-kissed, comes
and strokes my hair and strokes my legs, and holds me close,
and closer even, and then...

He caresses my face and kisses me long, long into the night
And together we smoke some magic, and he kisses me more
  
Then says, "my darling, my love, please never leave my sight"
And the world slips away, O' we are no longer of this world

We have spun away into the cosmos, We have become light
Flowing like ribbons, ever changing, chasing away darkness  

Together my warrior love and I , O' we have become one,
One, a  luminous vivacious light of a beautiful origin

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Shining a bright light of truth into the darkness,
  great warriors of Standing Rock Sioux Tribe  

Protecting mother earth and all things sacred,
protecting mother earth's water and land

The Standing Rock Sioux tribe of North Dakota,
fighters and heroes for the great of mankind

With their words shining like our Sun, Bright
burning away lies of white men far and Wide

When 2 stars collide
Something magical happens,
A new star is born

Two beautiful stars of the night, Capricorn and Lyra
Capricorn tending to his herd minding his own business
Lyra, a daughter of the sun weaving and spinning
Father the sun king notices, and has become pleased

Alas, married forever, so enchanting was their love
a love of sweet fairytales, finally days and nights
were both one of excitement, no more business
and no more weaving or spinning of garments

These days were for play, and love, and happiness
and no silly lover could be more foolish than she
until father the sun king becomes a little vexed
does he wish for her to remain, mild and gentle?

Alas, Capricornus and Lyra's smiles finally vanished
as father the sun king ordered them separated
and quickly places a river of stars between them
and longing in their hearts

Still a glimmer of hope for their love continues
as father gifts them with one special night
of reuniting,
the seventh night of the seventh month

This special occasion of the year they will meet
with their hearts overflowing with love
and to promise to wait another year
as they comfort each other with endless kisses
alas, star-lovers an unconventional love story