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I have had a thing for the color red as long as I can remember,
I love autum leaves that turn a very bright red in September,
This poem follows my thoughts of the color red as you read,
I won’t take it hard if with my conclusions, you don’t concede. Continue reading
Hawg Jaw News
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Looks like it’s going to be busy from now to the end of the year,
Spending some quality time with all of our close family so dear.
This poem has a little news and our plans for November this year.
So it may not be of interest for you all that don’t know us out there. Continue reading
My Little Man
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I think we all know there’s something inside that helps us along,
As we get in mischief living life often doing bad things so wrong.
This poem tells about that little man right inside of my body,
That kept me in line when I often did those awful things so shoddy. Continue reading
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There’s an old ballroom in Tulsa where the history just rains.
Where all the old country stars once played right on North Main.
With a very large hardwood ballroom dance floor called Cain’s.
I love that the place has been kept much longer than my reign. Continue reading
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Many young boys are often afraid when they are in dark places,
You can often see that they don’t want to go there by their faces.
The poem today explains why I was afraid of the dark as a boy,
Don’t force children to endure the dark as discipline you deploy. Continue reading
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Sometimes it’s fun to play the “what If” game to test our fantasies.
We wonder about things in the world we live in that just might be.
This poem captures my wild ideas that may provoke your minds.
They are not true, but “what if” just one was correctly aligned? Continue reading
This is just a silly little story poem probably not worth your time,
So please don’t read it unless you’re drinking a fine red wine,
As it is what I call a bit of very dry humor only for very high I Q’s.
Now that I’ve got your attention, you must read it or you lose. Continue reading
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When young, our minds have questions about our world,
We don’t understand all we see around us as boys and girls.
This poem shows that it may take a lifetime to understand,
As we never stop our learning until we make our last stand. Continue reading
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Well my daughter Tamara was right, so here I am back again,
Although my story has been told, I need to write now and then,
With this poem, I know my poetry is written for my benefit,
And not for the busy lives of others with no time at to read it.
( Just a reminder from the past of why I write these poems,
I may disappear a while but I will likely get back going.
As I may need to further stimulate my old brain again,
To keep it fresh recalling what’s left in there as I begin. )
The Stories End
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They say that all good things must sometimes come to an end.
As my blog goal has now been achieved, I am shutting down again.
My story has been told with a few little extraneous tales to boot.
This poem will end my life’s story, so don’t the messenger shoot. Continue reading