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41. Writing Block
I can not write a poem; my brain feels fried.
It can do no more.
It is as though all my creativity has been trapped, isolated in a room without a door.
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I feel the same way, but it takes like a month or two to finish one poem. When I do, some of them don't make sense.
Willis the cowpoke rode into town
On his Old Jugs, just horsing around.
Down highway 26 he rode Old Jugs
To the local saloon for a few chug-a-lugs.Featured Shared Story
These men get very well acquainted with their horses, their ole pals you might say, The clumping of horse hooves, the whinney demand for carrots and sugar cubes, the barn yard smell. kinda...
A chimp named Bob had a fancy
For a banana tree
That lived in the jungle nearby
His love was plain to see....Featured Shared Story
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. Cherish the moments we had together, for I promise you Dear, there time lasts forever. So when you pass by that marble placed...
46. Pigheaded Pete
Pigheaded Pete was an obstinate fool,
who argued no matter the topic,
shredding opinions with outrageous drool,
and anger that bordered psychotic.
I did not wish to write this poem,
But it would not leave me be.
Throughout the night,
Throughout the day,Featured Shared Story
Same, girl! I don't write poems either! Thanks for expressing it in poem form!
It seemed like a good idea at the time,
But looking back now, I cringe just a little.
I was so hungry and it WAS once mine,
The week old milk and peanut butter brittle.
52. Travel Blues
A voyage abroad with my good wife Maude turned into a real mess
In need of some rest in Budapest, about all I got was stress
Then in France I took a chance on some pork a little too rare
I so regret that Monsieur's toilette was very crowded there
On New Year's Day my cat ran away
For Valentine's Day, no girls mould be mine
On St. Patty's day I got pinched by some laddys
On Easter I lost all my eggs to an old geezer...
You're the love of my life and the cause of my strife
You dirty cigarette
I've made many mistakes in my many days
But you are my one regretFeatured Shared Story
I love this poem! It really hits home. I've been a cancer survivor for eight years, and I'm still smoking cigarettes. Although, I've been cutting down. Now it's a half pack a day instead of...
The typical skittish behaviour when my body begins t' bustle,
All in the fact that I've fallen in love with the one and only Mr. Muscle:
How his passionate vibe shines when cleaning down my decks,
As his toned, articulate body moves, rhythmical with his pecs!
I thought I knew colors.
Aren't they red, green and blue?
I know white, black and grey,
Purple, pink and yellow too.Featured Shared Story
I really enjoyed this poem because it rings so true. I don't know how people can tell the slight differences between colors. It's like a language I can't really understand or relate to.
(sung to the tune of "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year") - with apologies to Andy Williams
It's the most fattening time of the year
There'll be pizza and dim sum, oh yes, please, I'll have some
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