My Best Friend

We make friends in school.

Best friends. That's cool!

Things change when

in the end

Big blue marble.

Career world rule.

Success or trouble,

Spinning whirlpool.

Losing touch.

Life is such..

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Just Desserts

The desserts are so lovely
I don't mind having the pastry
The custard looks heavenly
The chocolate well, chocolaty!
Everything looks so tasty.
Where do I start, firstly
The apple pie so crispy
The jam tart so crumbly
The custard I'll eat slowly
Finish the chocolate finally.
That's too much calorie!
Well I live dangerously,
Enjoy the food heartily,
And it's harmless poetry.

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The Gift Of Sight

Is it a picture? No, it is not,
Your talent is amazing as talent can be,
Vibrant colors, shapes, whole lot,
I am blessed to be able to see.
What I see is a beautiful sight,
What I see is brush strokes might,
Transformation, the canvas white,
Imagination takes to flight.
A wondrous control of colors,
Show your immense labors,
A wondrous sight indeed,
Our eyes enriched, you feed.

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Pointy Toes

Pointy toes,
Elegance shows.
A dancer's feet,
Worn and Weary,
A ballerina's feat,
Makes it look easy.
We abuse our feet,
Scrapped till it bites,
We abuse our feet,
Tie knots too tight,
We abuse our feet,
Stand till sore,
We abuse our feet,
Curl like claw.
High heels, tall.
We abuse our feet,
Bound feet small.
Abuse our feet most than rest of body?
Take care, your feet, Everybody.

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Lazy People

Lazy is as lazy does,
Which is do nothing really,
Coz Lazy is as always does,
Make us do nothing freely.

Lazy people are no crazy people.
Lazy people are truly smart people.
Fast tricks, short fix type of people.
So Lazy has it's good and bad,

Are you lazy? Ask your Dad.

We have our lazy days,
We have our lazy ways.
Do you qualify the breed?
Bring your eyes to feed,

On lazy poems, read.

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Tweety Birds

Two tweety birds,
Hangout on a branch.
Two tweety birds,
Waiting for their lunch.

Their time is spent
Tweeting, preening in a bunch.
A ritual, a noise event.
Birds gather not in a 'bunch',

They stay together in a 'flock'.
I wrote 'bunch'
to rhyme with lunch.
So there, you have it in a block!

Birds of a feather flock together,
Sing melodious tunes
Birds of a feather in any weather,
Tweet in timely tunes.

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A Good Man Is Hard To Find

If you are still in line,
A good man is hard to find.

Should a good man finds you,
Not just to bed you.

Thank the Lord above.
Appreciate, care and love,
Will keep him by your side,
Leonardo has been eyed

My man validates Me.
Hubby, he still dates Me.
Good Luck with your search gals,
A gentleman is hard to find, pals

At best, to love at long last,
Look not to the past.
Step up and be bold,
Many futures hold.

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Burning Calories

The burning
comes from walking
your fingers on the keys.
The blogging
burns from writing
creative breeze.
The googling
burns from sighting
many Titties and kitties.
The Twittering
Well I don't twitter
What burns better?
The Iphone4 or Apple? 

So the Apple it is
that burns better.
Well, I rather,
that is,
eat the Apple,
or make Zapple,

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The Squirrel Said

The Squirrel said.
'Attention all! '
He stands tall.
On a wooden fence,
in suspense.

Their Squirrel Head,
Their squirrel said,
'My nuts are gone,
My nuts are gone! '

Did you check under your bed?
Another squirrel joking said,
'Of course I did! ' the squirrel said,
'I am the Squirrel head'.

Maybe you forgot you've ate,
Autumn now, it's not too late,
Just look for more, Squirrel Head,
An elderly wise squirrel said.

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Vanity Fair

Sweet lass in a pretty yellow dress,
Eyes cast downwards, daintily seated
Looking lovely in her new yellow dress,
Does she not look a little conceited?

Vanity rears it's ugly head,
The young girl's ego is constantly fed,
Humility is not in her vocabulary,
Can she be guided accordingly?

Growing up into a stunning beauty,
She pouts a lot, she acts snooty,
Therein lies her character wise,
Being a parent, best advise?

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