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Flea Dec 2024
When I think of the book box
I think if not just material
Items.  But things that give you
Joy and happiness as well as
Intelligence.    To be honest
When I crack open the fruits of
This box!  I see that I am smiling
As I am learning
And being happy
Visit one of these box’s one day
I swear you won’t regret it
I love these things
Flea Dec 2024
There are memories that I have
Some I like some I would rather
Forget.  But the ones I want to remember
That make me. ….me !  Are the a
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Fall leaves as my niece and nephew played in them
The sight of a jack o lantern
These are the memories that made me
This is my brain finger print of the past
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This looks pretty cool, it's a few minutes late because I was having fun using this poems structure as a cursor rollercoaster. :)
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
In a microscopic world
Am I an unseen God?

I wonder, am I prayed to?
I don't think so, do you?

I Only ask because,

In that microscopic world,
you must be a God too.

Right?

Or maybe I'm Dr. Suess,
like Horton hears a Who.

But I've never heard a Who, have you?

Not even Cindy Lou Who,
Who, is a great singer I've been told.

But I can't remember by Who.
maybe it was Bud or Lou,

or maybe the guy on first base.
What's his name?

No, What's on second!
I Don't Know.
Third Base.

Okay well, that's enough of that,

Anyway,
I have seen a red fish, 
but never a blue.

And as for a Cat in a Hat
absolutely,
I saw that.

It was on the internet.
just a little comedy to lighten up your evening.
thank you Dr. Suess, and Abbot and Costello, for the childhood memories.
https://youtu.be/LI15gT5o-Zg?feature=shared
this has been added to my you tube channel.
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Today may shape tomorrow.
 But today, 
Cannot, change yesterday.

Today is short.

A wasted today
will soon be gone.

Another yesterday,
We can't change.

Live today with purpose,
with aspirations for tomorrow.

and there will be no more regrets,
 for yesterdays.
this is on my you tube channel as a short search @tsummerspoetry
to view
thanks.
Flea Dec 2024
What say you
Give me crystals instead of
Pill
What say you
Give me rings instead of
Money
What say you
Help me be a better person
What say you
Prettyboyfloyd Dec 2024
Why's there life?
Because i said so,
That's why!
Flea Dec 2024
The thing I
Love about shovelling
Snow is seeing
It spark and fall in
The sun light
As it glimmers
I love to see the snow fall
Heavily and gracefully in the
Evening
Snow is annoying
But it’s beautiful
s1mpl3po3t Dec 2024
A-ttractive, alluring
D-iverse in your scope,
V-ivacious woman
E-xciting I hope,
N-ew age contender of a
T-raditional gauge,
U-nderneath, very feminine
R-egardless your age,
O-pen and honest
U-nbelievable, but true,
S-uch are the ways of the adventurous you.
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Being six
It seems like forever
can I even remember.

trucks and *****, and even sticks.
Sword fights, and finger guns.

How politically incorrect!

We ran so fast then,
with nowhere to run.

Tag your it, you hide I'll seek.
You better not peek!

Ready or not here I come!

Laughing loudly,
when you found someone. 

Then once again we'd run.
We ran like it was our job,
and our job was having fun.

Can you believe it?
Our job was having fun.

Oh God

it was great
Being Six.
https://youtu.be/efxZQXn0TyA?feature=shared
This poem was added to my you tube channel please check it out if you'd
to support me.
copy and paste link or search Todd summers poetry on you tube
Thanks
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