Words
How often do words get in the way,
And not express things we want to say?
Once spoken, words can't be reclaimed
So be careful where they're aimed.
Words can be fired like a gun;
Their poor aim can wound anyone.
Words can seed love as well as kill it.
They can drain a heart empty… or fill it.
All too often words are said
With no thought of their impact ahead.
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Quintessence of Love
When you appear, sunrays brighten my space.
My world is enhanced by your magic grace.
You are my spring, my morning, my start.
No one but you entrances my heart.
Your countenance is enchanting, your voice divine.
I’ll need nothing more if you will be mine.
Together forever we’ll share all life’s treasures…
Quintessence of love beyond all earthly measures.
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Love, Love, Love
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!
WHAT MORE IS THERE TO SAY.
IT'S BEEN SAID A TRILLION TIMES,
BOTH HERE AND FAR AWAY.
SINCE MAN'S FIRST CHANCE
TO BREATHE A BREATH.
LOVE'S BEEN TRIED AND TRUE.
IN EVERYPLACE THERE IS ON EARTH,
IN EVERY LANGUAGE TOO.
HERE'S ONE MORE CHANCE
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Cents of Humor
A cents of humor is worth much more than gold.
It’ll keep you young while worrying about metal will make you old.
Though gold’s price may go higher, it won’t make the day sunny.
But a cents of humor will summon the rays and make your days funny.
You’ll never control how much gold will be worth.
However, you are in charge of the value of your mirth.
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Roses for Debbie
The first gentle rose is for you Debbie,
For the good things you are and will always be.
The second is for the caring you give,
Which will touch so many as long as you live.
The rest of these beauties reflect your lovely face.
Thank you for such class and that natural grace;
Also for your patience and sensitive ways.
Your presence, like roses, brighten my days.
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A Monkey and Me
I viewed a monkey scale a tree.
See why he's so different from me.
While up there he was eating his lunch.
Eying some fruit he grabbed a bunch.
As I watched him carefully feed
He ate no more than he'd need.
Swinging through trees maintains his shape
Resulting in a healthy, good looking ape.
So it's obvious, as any can see…
A monkey is very different from me.
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Madoff
“A Liar, A Cheat, A Thief” his epitaph will no doubt read.
He made off with many dreams in his convulsions of greed.
Not caring for his victims, he squandered their treasures;
What he made off them never satiated his lust for pleasures.
The sadness of such a sick man’s need to only take and receive…
He made off with their faith; the consummate reason to grieve.
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Hatred, Ignorance & Fear
Hatred, ignorance and fear…lifeblood of the assuaged.
On each soul will be the toll of violence by the enraged.
Instead of knowledge, hate is learned as ignorant’s only hope.
Fear of change from ideas strange, with which he can’t cope.
For this sad soul the toll is a forebodingly tragic tale indeed.
Better that he were never born since on his like will the world feed.
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Precious Family
Oh precious family,
You are my all.
When the world trips me
You break my fall.
Many things tempt my time.
I dare not waste the clock.
With the sound of each chime,
I must take stock.
As days disappear,
I will invest time
To keep you loved ones near
And share the sublime.
Since money and power
Are toxic to precious family,
I'll spend each waking hour
Loving you completely.
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X Out
X Out those memories causing you constant pain.
Don't allow them another moment in vain.
X Out any person demeaning your life…
Whether father, mother, son, daughter, husband or wife.
X Out insecurity, prejudice and fear,
Which limit your chance to enjoy your brief life here.
XXXXXX In to your days this meaning of a kiss,
Showering your happy existence with unlimited bliss.
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