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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Love is not dead,
It still rings true.
Daisys are white,
Lilacs purple,
You’re in my sight,
So beautiful.

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To her.

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Some say that the eyes are the windows of the soul,

Hers are as clear and intense as the deepest pool.

Dare I stare at them, before long possesses me

A desire so strong from which I cannot flee

Of diving in head first, fearless of my drowning.

In that wondrous gateway I see myself sovereign

A king by her own hand that she would be crowning,

Standing proud by her side under clear skies or rain.

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O tempest tossed and flung about

As hellish winds howl all around

And rain drowns out the fearful shout

Stranding her lone soul on the ground,

A lost angel with broken wings

With nothing but her eyes to cry

Like a puppet whose master, wry,

Would have gone mad and cut the strings.

Be sure: once more will dawn her smile,

Her heart will learn to live again

Though not ere many a trial

And endless, desperate bargain…

She has been branded by nature

In ice and stone so long ago,

This beautiful, fragile creature,

Will no more run, neither forego.

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Hello sweet Jude, my dear old friend.

I got your call the other day,

It’s odd but it seems like a trend

For people vanished in the hay

To recently come back to life

And to give news for old time’s sake,

I smiled when you said you’re a wife,

Now rain pours down, my shoulders shake.

Fond memories, without a stop,

Seem to come back to the surface,

Once they have again reached the top

I can clearly see all your faces…

Oh the good times we used to have,

I hoped since you’d learned to behave.

Oh my dear Jude I’m so sorry

To hear you in all this worry,

Life is unjust, it’s so unfair,

You were so good, the both of you,

The best of us now we’re so few.

If only Charlie were still there…

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A reply to Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis by Tom Waits

Part of a writing prompt.

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Harder, better, faster, stronger,

Higher, louder, brighter, warmer.

The pursuit of perfection takes much time,

It is a tiring and very steep climb,

However with diligence and hard work,

Endless dedication despite the murk

And perhaps a bit of talent and luck

You can overcome any time you feel stuck.

Bigger, simpler, lighter, sooner,

Farther, younger, deeper, ever.

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Simple but effective.

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In the depths of my mind

There is an endless void

Filled with things I avoid,

I try to leave behind,

It is dark and silent

Not warm but not quite cold,

Not peaceful, not violent,

And neither new nor old;

Then, without a warning,

A star in the distance

Lights up bright and shining

And it begins to dance,

A soft whisper rises,

A calm anc clear voice,

We come in all sizes

For the rest we have choice.

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What of my hope?

What of my love?

Will you just let

Wither away?

On this steep slope

Rising above

My heart is set

And shall not sway.

It may be plain,

I may be coy,

Never again

A little boy.

That is my pain,

That is my joy;

No bars or chain

Will with me toy.

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I am a good for nothing thug,

Always on my face a smile smug,

None can stop me, no man or god,

Always it ends in tears or blood

A true-born soulless criminal,

Monster disguised in human skin,

No more a man, oh just a beast!

Until I breathe my breath final,

On happiness of my past kin

And their life and love I shall feast!

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