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little Tommy tortoise he was getting bored
he booked himself a holiday and took a trip abroad
he packed up lettuce leaves so that he could eat
for a little snack this was his favorite treat
landed in Hawaii and headed for the sand
ready for some fun in this foreign land
he came across a turtle swimming in the sea
looking just like Tommy a relative was he
they swam along together underneath the sun
splashing in the water enjoying all the fun
suddenly they saw a dolphin near by
then he said hello with his dolphin cry
dolphin he joined in and began to play
happy as can be as they played away
he took them for a ride on his dolphin tail
out into the ocean he began to sail
then he took them back to where they were before
back to where they started along the sandy shore
dolphin had to go it was time for tea
he waved and said goodbye then back in to the sea
Tommy he was happy so was turtle too
having lots of fun in the sea so blue
Tommy had enjoyed his little holiday
it brought him lots of happiness and his boredom went away
betterdays Sep 2014
gotta be like
aesop and his fable
slap a moral
on the table

talk about
old slow poke
tortiose on his hike
up against a speed freak
hare' barely all there
acceleration to spare
race don't seem fair

just a joke

but then the hare/rabbit
dagnabbit!!
takes a **** of
the green
juju.....whoohoo!!!
and when he awoke

the race was done
and the slow poke
helmut headed amphibian
had won...

hare standing  around
stunned
tortiose doin the happy,
i shined your ***!!!
shell shuffle

that enoughful......

yikes!!!

this is harder than
it seems
like interpereting
dreams

better,
start again...
find a new refrain
gotta make an
original stain
gotta use my incredible brainy, brain...

bring a new flavour
new story to savour
not some tired old jam
not for this poetry slam

so here goes
follow the flow
stay in the know

don't be a facsimile
a sad printed copy
take the high road
and write a new load
of out there, boxside
originality!!!

be one with totality
up at the mountains peak
where the angels speak
to those,
who have time
to listen.

one word, one world
glows and glistens
that word be, free
that word be LOVE
and love be liberty
to a soul broken

so the morale of
the day
freely give love away
as truth,
not a carnival token

the wise old woman
(yeah that be me)
now has spoken.

done now with
her word spin
done now

gotta go do
as she say
take some action

go give a nobody
a kind reaction
some hugular compaction

be a friend
to the friendless
the possiblities
endless
let charity
have a say

go on now
be one your way
jepuckett Dec 2015
"his state struck me in comparison as isolation, loneliness. But solitude is different, and female solitude, when it is truly chosen, can be blissful."
~Cerwin Dovey

So now I am carving and clawing
Into myself.
Initially it is painful
I am breaking myself
Slicing through my own flesh
Cracking open my rib cage
In an attempt to find this place
where I can be alone
comfortable
and blissful
in solitude.
It is a chaotic effort
as I dissect each part of my self
examining my interior with the utmost attention
as I try to become familiar with each pulsing vein
each cell contained
memorizing every piece
Abhorrent or admirable
I attempt to become
familiar
with each flaw
and each virtue
loving them the way I would
if they were contained
elsewhere.
The way I love each sparkle
or scar
in a lover
or a friend.
I am listening intently
to every conversation
with myself:
my own, lone audience.
I must become intimately acquainted
intoxicated
with my own thoughts
my sole company
so that I may eventually crawl
into the cavern of myself.
Safe within the walls of this skin.
The bars of my rib cage.
The pulse of blood through my heart.
The absolute
bliss
of this chosen solitude.

j.e.puckett

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