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Poets are the finest people, they bring us flowers cut from someone else’s garden!. They tell us of the pretty colors that used to be alive until snipped so that they may be displayed!. The poet has a feather quill and a mixed array of pills to help describe their pains and ills in frightening detail!. The poet needs to take a powder, so that they may proclaim louder, what is wrong with everyone, and what needs done to be undone!. Ta Dah! ***** Www@QuestionHome@Com Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: here i do fit in i am a florist too hbday 2u !.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.ON THE BEACH!.!.!.!. I saw them running around hand in hand , They were two boys, On the other side I saw, Two teenagers,in their bikinis, Ilooked at other signs of their associations, Alas sad to say, I found none!. I moved on and took mine along, to the other side!. When this one did a smile fling I looked around she was a thing, Then I saw what I thought I did, The two boys clasped, yes not gasped, They moved away and so did we!. We ran into the water and did not care, The twins did at us stare, We blushed and smiled as they smiled back, We were in our jeans and they without, We wondered why they laughed at us!. Guess what we were at the wrong beach, It was only for the nudist youth, We were out of sync I came to know, We were out far into the sandy waters, And there we thought of stripping so, But shy as we felt we could not do, Can you guess,who was by then,who with who!? FROM THE COFFEE SHOP As I sat alone having coffee , I saw her passing by swiftly!. I ran out,for I thought it is now or never, To make a new friend on a coldest morning ever!. I called her from far and yelled, 'HELLO HELLO' There was no response, so I did her follow!. Once gain I called at her, She was unmindful!. What the hell I said to myself , I ran ahead of her to stop her, She smiled and smiled without response, I wondered what she wanted to say, 'Hello' I said once more, She was deaf for sure!. I waived and returned back to my coffee shop, My coffee, as she had, was also gone, Alas I, she and coffee guy, All to each other had to say, Bye,bye,good bye!. DESPAIR My Love I wake up for your love dear, I go to sleep,as dreams make me feel near, And make me gain confidence that you're close, In an imperfect world, we all unwantedly chose, Yet when I awake I miss,the warmth I craved, My fantasy and imagination I so honestly braved, And I fall back again from the stair, My dear I'm utterly miserable, oh this, despair!. My innate desire to spend a whole life, As your dear lovelingly and only wife!. Perhaps that was what you did always desire, And the flame of fire in me, you did fire!. I miss your warmth and loving embrace, I do not know when and how, I fell from grace!. Your lovely look,your eyes, and beautiful smile, I always possessed and will possess all the while!. What made you think I was just a playful toy, Just to hold for a while and enjoy, What made you think of me that so low, Say it all was just not said ,let my heart glow!. Come back to me my life, my breath,my love , There is nothing left for me on earth or heaven above, And come back to my arms once again, My life, my very being, please do not leave me in vain!. ''HELLO CANADA'' INVENTIONS I invent when I need to, Now is the time which has come my way Very soon, yes today or tomorrow, Every one will come to know what,do you Never mind I know can never guess, Tomorrow when you read the newspapers, I will be in picture, a full page Only then will you learn of my invention, Now till the day arrives yes the morn, Shall ye see, what to my mind was born PANAMA Pamela, Pamela where are you!? All are anxiously here, that's true, Now is the time to cut the cake, All are awaiting for the one you did make, Mama dear, where have you hidden it, All of us want a slice of cake ,a bit!. LIBRA HAPPY BIRTHDAY Libran's are from a world of a kind, Of those who have a beautiful mind!. They are very methodical and enchanting, Their smile is very, very charming!. Libras is a world to earn name and fame, Their glances win hearts all the same, Of those who reward them with a Rose, My dear Libras are, to whom the universe, The lovers' the classic winners, Would all love to propose!. My Dear!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!. From!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!. With a bunch of roses to you!. Www@QuestionHome@Com T!.D!. This poem is about things that are beautiful in life!. One of them would be flowers colors Flowers They grow in gardens as well as in flowers beds The different kinds come in different colors!. Their beauty is real Beautiful flowers adds beauty for the inside as well as color Scent of flowers are pretty Flowers are given on special occasions like Valentine's Day or Mother's Day Its a pity flowers don't last forever because they wilt!. However love and poetry will always last!. Www@QuestionHome@Com Poets are humans,but having a twist somewhere!.!.if turned right he 'd snip a flower!.!. if turned left he 'd shake a power!.!. the poet may lead you to think, and get-over!.!. or drive you to drink and hangover!.!. A real poet has his own (breed ) of flowers A real poet doesn't have to sniff or locked into a Joint like a stiff all in all they are humans after all !Www@QuestionHome@Com Hello Richard!. Of course you know us more than we know ourselves!. You started this poetry thingy in me!. Revived is the correct word!. Oops! There are some I just skim, forgetting to find the meaning in it's heart!. There are others that jump out and grab me, I can't ignore them, they don't let me!. Duncan once said of items on his kitchen table , Flowers, there are always flowers!. I remember the poem you wrote me!. I remember there were flowers in it too!. Since I moved, to my own house, I have no one that complains about the flowers!. So thank you for now I have flowers on my kitchen table, always flowers!. Late Edit:visionary: I like you!. Thumbs down!? Feckers!! You speak of Canada!. You speak of Libra!. My b-day is not today but I am keeping this wish for the 5th Oct!. In my home CanadaWww@QuestionHome@Com I need a place where I can unbutton buttons, breath across a long svelte body, and curl up in a place of passion and laughter!. Visit exotic, mundane places, people; soak up metaphors and similes !.!.!. so I read poetryWww@QuestionHome@Com The poet can snip the flowers as well as grow them!. The poet can use words that harm as well as heal!. In my opinion, poets are all a little crazy!.Www@QuestionHome@Com So, it was you who snipped all my daisies! Good morning! *EDIT: I don't actually grow daisies, they just looked pretty in the vase at that moment in my mind!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com Poets fight against the bewitchment of our intelligence!. !.!.!.or do they !? !. Www@QuestionHome@Com A weed is a flower where it's not wanted!. I like to re-home them!.Www@QuestionHome@Com |