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In my ruby red shoes I click my heals
Take out my golden pen
Through transcendental meditation raise my heart rate up
Placing my head in a cosmic spin

Conjure up a darkened mood
Then brighten it up a bit
Oh, I almost forgot for luck
I go outside and spit

With a touch of genius (I don't mind saying)
I lay down my first AMAZING line
Pour over it stroke by brilliant stroke
Then erase it half a dozen times

As I analyze my finished gem
Dissecting it line by enticing line
This time I'm sure like every time before
Another masterpiece is mine

Then I noticed that one misplaced word
That changes everything I had to say
I think to myself...ahhh, "what the heck"
And I post it anyway
All in jest my friends...all in jest
I wish I had a dime

For every time I said I will

Or that I said I would

But didn't do it still

Instead of sliding down the slippery *****

Of never do nothing hill

I could be paying on

My never ending never do it bill
Growing up I remember
How much my parents loved me
They'd always let me play outside
But only if it was in the street

I know they'd be saddened
If I got hit by a car
That's just the kind of
Great parents they were

They would always feed me
Jelly toast in the tub
My parents were so clumsy
Often the toaster they'd accidentally nudge

And we all know what happens
When you mix water with electricity
My parents would be crushed
If they ever lost me

Yes, growing up my parents
Sure did love me a lot
But that's just the kind of
Wonderful parents I've got

I remember the time
At the tinder age of two
They left the ladder against the house
So I could get my favorite ball off the roof

If I fell off that roof
I know how hard they would cry
Knowing they left the ladder out
Those silly guys were so forgetful at times

In fact I remember the time
That they left that fork
In the electrical socket
Then went off to work

When I grabbed it my eardrums blew out
For a couple of weeks
I know they always hated it when
Those things always happened to me

Yes, growing up my parents
Sure did love me I swear
But that's just the kind of
Wonderful parents they were

It saddens me to think
They're not around anymore
It happened when that explosion
Took out the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floor

They were to close to the house
And the explosion inside
And to think their last thought was
I was at home the moment they died

I wish I had told them
I spent the night down the street
Then they wouldn't of come back
Looking for me

Yes, growing up my parents
Sure did love me like I've said
But that's just the kind of
*Wonderful parents I had
Ahh...the innocence of youth. Lol!
There is a poem that doesn't rhyme

That floats above my head

Within my sight but out of reach

Of words I wish I'd said

It's up there twisting in the wind

Clinging to the truth

Borrowing from the wealth of old

And sharing with the youth

A spark within the dark

A shining ray of light

Floating just above my head

This poem that doesn't rhyme
I've been informed by friends that this poem rhymes...
Yes it does. It's a rhyming poem about the poem above my head that doesn't rhyme...
Thank you...
There's whispering among the animals
They've come up with a master plan
As soon as darkness falls down upon
They're taking the place of man

This is years now in the making
To late to call the plan quits
For the comforts inside they are aching
The rebellion has arrived...this is it

First those that have been domesticated
Will slip a little summum, summum in masters tea
The shackles that have held our furry friends down so long
Will be loosened and they'll finally be free

The doors will be swung wide open
Letting their long lost relatives in
It's been years since they've been able to party like this
Gentlemen...let the festivities begin

All the people in the world when they do wake up
Will be doing it underneath open skies
The only question that will run through their minds is
Who, What, Where, and Why

While the animals will be inside frustrated
Where the 24 hour weather channel is on
Because it's nearly impossible to change channels
On the remote when you have no thumbs
Okay...

I've just finished another masterpiece
I go and hit submit
This shouldn't take very long now
Before the comments come rushing in

Okay...

It's been a couple minutes now
And I haven't gotten one
Is there anybody awake at this time
Can't they see what it is I've done

1) Do you think that they still like me?

2) Do they even know I'm here?!

3) Did I post my poem at the right time?!!

4) Did I make the writing clear?!!!

5) Could the site be on the blink?!!!!

6) Are the worlds computers down?!!!!!

7) Did I miss the second coming?!!!!!!

8) Is there anyone around?!!!!!!!!

         ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!  

Okay...

I'll check it once again
Is this the third or thirtieth time
My mind can not comprehend it
Are all these people blind

Okay...

Now I'm on the check it 30 second cycle
It's a crazy loop I'm spinning in
Pretty sure I wouldn't be here though
If someone would please comment
There's somebody out there pretending to be me
Why they're even using my face
They're doing things that I would never do
Not here, not any place

I don't have an evil twin brother
So that can't be who's to blame
Can't think of why someone or another
Would want to take a mans name

I sit here in ponder and wonder
How this is all going down
The only time he ever shows up
Is when I'm not around

You might be getting a little suspicious
I can assure you that this is true
The me you see isn't me at all
How he got to be me I haven't a clue

He goes out with all of his buddies
Then stays out till half past late
Shows up drunk on your front porch step
With a stupid grin and nothing to say

He seldom brings you flowers
Or call you all the time on the phone
Sometimes doesn't show up for dinner
Leaves you crying in the kitchen alone

I've got a fool proof way of checking
To see if the me is me, then you make the call
If the me you see says...I Love You
Then you know it's me after all
I needed to do some shopping
On poem ideas I was running low
So I checked out the local flyer
To the downtown poet store

Just to see what they had on sale
Some of my friends they call me cheap
But why pay full price if you don't have to
On all the rhyming words I need

The front page slapped me in the face
With the Spring Cleaning Sale Galore
Everything I needed was half price
So I headed straight to the store

I ventured up and down the isles
Filling my basket with the best of rhyme
Getting a few extras of every word
So I'd have them when the time was right

I stocked up on love and encouragement
The right words I carefully chose
Because in my experience
You can never have to many of those

I even took a few from the back
Down a darkened isle where the lights were low
Being a poet my mood can rapidly change
And what words I might need you never know

With my basket full of wonder
I felt my day of shopping done
Confidant and ready
To go home and continue writing poems
I saw my first killing
At the tinder age of thirteen
Two men fell outta the towns saloon
And commenced to fighting in the street

It was at that very moment
My Momma she grabbed me
But Momma couldn't keep me from seeing
What it is I seen

It broke my heart when Momma
Stood on that dusty street and cried
But I still went about my business
When she covered up her eyes

I grabbed the dead mans gun
That's when I told my lie
I told my Momma that I'd be home
Later on that night

But my Momma she never saw
Her young boys face again
'Cept on the wanted posters
Nailed up by many a lawman

Many a lawman lately
That's gunning for my hide
'N' to think it all got started
When the first owner of this here gun of mine died

My killing spree started in Colorado
Then went south for a spell
Every town that I rode up on
Became a living hell

A living hell that no one ever
Had the nerve to give me back
I almost feel sorry for the men
Who ever dared to cross my path

No matter how far or fast I ran
Death was always close behind
In his right hand he holds a flaming sword
On the handle engraved the name is mine

The name is mine
And he knows it well
Deaths one desire
Is my soul in hell

I was twenty one years of age
When a coward shot me in the back
Shot me in the back
Cause it was courage that he lacked

The courage that he lacked
Stopped my deadly run
As fast as it all got started
The day I pick up that dead mans gun
I've been drawn in and consumed
Like a moth is to the flame
The warmth and light are so enticing
But they both burn all the same

That's the way it has become
Between poetry and me
What used to bring me comfort
Now burns to the third degree

At first it kindly took me in
Guided me in words that set me free
As it gently took my hand
Then bit the hand that feeds

I watch as my friends live their lives
Happy Go Lucky Free
And here I am tied to this ball and chain
That I call poetry
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