Delirious Intentions

He was all in for this shin ding
Right from the very start
At the beginning he knew it was the right thing
Once started they would never be apart
The craziness of it all was what he craved
An intenseness that was felt to the core
Its appeal was what made him its slave
The awesomeness left him crawling upon the floor
So for just a taste of a scrumptious smudge
Going after it with a vengeance
A taste of that homemade fudge
Left him with such delirious intentions
At the thought of being able to lick that bowl clean at the end.


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The Last Link

Who would have believed it
Unless they saw it with their own two eyes
Such a strange little man was he
Who would have thought so much was within
A power that was unexpected you see
To the people all around
A hero had been found
To be a savior was unexpected in the least
Saving those he loved
And to think
That he was the last link
A savior for the world


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A New Fallen Snow

The wind blows briskly across the pasture
Trees swaying to and fro
A night made to avoid disaster
The moon above brings and enlightened glow
A chill in the air felt to the bone
Wrapping its self all around
A white cover over the trees has been sewn
As a new fallen snow covers the world


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The Order of Things Unseen

Behind the veil

Something is hidden beyond your reach

To describe it would be such a tale

Strangeness of your thoughts forever beseeched

Telling you the story of what could be

Hidden behind your mind’s smokescreen

So outlandish to one who would see

Because it’s still left to the order of things unseen

Leaving you to ever ponder what your mind has imagined

Sitting behind that veil


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A blanket, soft and warm, with the faintest hint of her perfume.

Within a moment in time
Feeling the miles that separate us
Fleeting pictures of you in my mind
Wishing for the time to go by
The thought of your touch
A dream of your kiss
Looking upon the face of my angel
Your voice calling out my name in passion
So many images run through my head
As I wrap myself on this cold winter night
Dreaming the dream that is my one true love
To be back in your arms
For the rest of our days
All these thoughts of you run through my soul
As I sit here under a blanket, soft and warm, with the faintest hint of her perfume
Swirling in my head.


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Bustling Beauties

Running all around

Rolling around on the ground

Such a playful scene

The playfulness is almost obscene

Pulling and tugging on each other

Under the watchful eye of their mother

Joy and happiness abound

Leaves those who watch spellbound

Such a wonderful sight

Makes the world seem right

So much energy they exude

Watching them always lightens the mood

They are such cuties

Those bustling beauties

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The Dream of All Dreams

A thousand miles away

He sits alone in his room

Waiting for that special day

When their time together can resume

 

The thoughts of what is to come

Drives him forward through each day

As he feels his world come undone

He knows he must pray

 

His heart for her has always been smitten

Even though she may not believe it true

The day they met it was written

She made his zest for life brand new

 

So, he sits and waits alone

Sometimes just wanting to scream

He remembers his love back home

Which is the dream of all dreams

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Ogre Orange

Treats are so neat

Even monsters think they can’t be beat

What kind of flavors do they adore

Or should I say abhor

But believe it or not

I heard this from a ghoul made of snot

The flavor they crave the most

Was told to me by a ghost

It’s a flavor of Ice Cream

It makes the monsters scream

The flavor they seek

Sounds unique

An Ogre Orange Cone

They consume by a gravestone

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The Trolls of Twilight

Beware the night
When the moon is at full light
The fog rolls across the marsh
A chill in the bones so harsh
It can bring a shiver up your spine
What lurks in the shadow’s blind
You can hear the whisper in the trees
A sound that will make you freeze
What can be moving within those woods
Something you dread moving into your neighborhood
They will frighten you at first sight
The trolls of twilight

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