A Final Tribute
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When you lose friends and relatives in death, it hurts so much,
As you will never get to hug them again with your warm touch.
This poem is a tribute to two of the best men we have known,
As their wings they received and off to heaven they have flown. Continue reading
Pinky
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When animals are babies, they are so very soft, cuddly and cute,
But when they start to mature, they get ugly as up they do shoot.
This poem describes a time that I gave in to my girls request,
For a cute pup, that lost that look and grew up kind of ugly at best. Continue reading
My Uncle Harold
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During my time here on earth, I spent a lot time with Uncle Harold,
I’ve not met a finer man, and I loved talking to him after he got old.
This poem just touches the surface of the relationship we had,
Within his body, I don’t think he had a single bone that was bad. Continue reading
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Sometimes in life we are forced to adapt to new ways to survive,
It is hard on us at times, but we must continue to run our lives.
The poem describes some adapting I had to do with jobs at times,
It’s often hard to adapt even if you are just making these rhymes. Continue reading
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My girls just loved my own made-up stories, especially Kristi.
I designed them about a real life event that happened to me.
I jazzed them up to make them more interesting as I went along.
This usually kept them mesmerized with emotions so strong. Continue reading
Midnight
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Sometimes even a cat that nobody wants can earn his keep.
Pam brought one home from her work that was kind of neat.
This poem reviews our time with that old black cat at our home,
Before he was taken away from us never more again to roam. Continue reading
Runaway Dog
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Sometimes dispite our best efforts, we lose our pet,
And are about heart broken as anyone can ever get
This poem describes a very bad experience I once had,
While I was missing my soft little Cutsie dog so very bad. Continue reading
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I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a beautiful butterfly,
So I put myself right inside the butterfly’s head to give it a try.
This Poem documents my thoughts trying to be that wild insect,
As he goes about his life so carefree, and his thoughts I reflect. Continue reading
Some Beach
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Somethings we did so long ago still linger fresh in my memory.
Perhaps it’s because we always did them as a happy family.
This poem recalls a day trip that we used to take on the weekend,
That we enjoyed so much on Galveston Beach way back then. Continue reading
Fred And Paulette
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I spend a lot of time thinking about the good friends we had.
Reminiscing all the fun times we had and sometimes the bad,
This poem today presents my memories about Paulette and Fred,
It’s been a while since I’ve seen them so I hope they’re well read. Continue reading