Our Wedding Night

Our wedding night has now arrived
time rushed by so fast
love me as never before, this night
hold me steadfast

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September 11, Holocaust

No battlement can halt a holocaust
When vengeance by a terrorist intent
Is hell bent to induce malign torment.

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Camping (diamonte)

Relaxing, beautiful
Roasting, swimming, fishing
Grill, fish, hammock, boat
Ski, hike, jog
Exhilarating, refreshing
Fun.

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Valentine's Day (Acrostic)

Valentine be mine this day
Another year has past away
Love is in the air it seems
Each and every day it beams
No one can pluck its power
Till death do us part in our last hour
Indulge in its fantasy
Never let it slip away
Enrich your life on Valentine’s Day

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What Have We Become?

Dedication, Consideration, Appreciation, Integration
Good feelings how they soar,
Adoration, Commendation, Elation and Restoration
We must not ignore.

Discrimination, Vulgarization, Segregation, Retaliation
Evil is the rule of thumb,
Annihilation, Castration, Extermination and Condemnation
What have we become?

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The Three Cylinder Car That could

What Is A Car
Is It Friend Or Foe?
Depends How It Runs
How Fast It Can Go.

Up And Down The Mountain
Passing Sports Cars And Sedans
It’s Just A Three Cylinder
But, Burns Rubber On Command.

Love And Hate Relationships
Between Owners And Their Cars
One Day They Run Well
The Next, Can’t Burn Tar.

One Thing I Have
Fancy Car Drivers Yearn For
Is The Title I Hold
For My Three Cylinder Car.

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Murtle The Fat Turtle

There once was a Turtle
Her name was Murtle
She got so fat
Couldn’t wear a hat
So now, she wears a girdle.

She’s not only fat; she’s round
Eats candy by the pound
Choked on a candy stick
Got sick and threw a fit
And now, she can’t make a sound.

No longer can she have candy
Which makes her extremely angy,
She's so hungry, her tummy sings,
Will wait to see, what tomorrow brings
She hopes to be fine and dandy.

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Concrete Bed

Why is he there
too wasted to think
on a bed of concrete;
he needs one more drink.

Over night in jail
his punishment be
found crawling the streets
on bended knee.

He feels like a fool
the warden shakes his head
he was embarrassed and unclean
on a concrete bed.

He tossed and turned
till the new morn
with his face in his hands
cursed the day he was born.

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