The Mad Farmer

Have you wondered ever

Why beef costs higher?

I think I know the answer

Ask my neighbor, The Mad Farmer.

He’s neither the owner of the burger

nor the town’s famous butcher

But he sure is a hoarder

Of those darn cows that wander.

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quiet smiles

sadness in your eyes.

miles away, i’ve seen it twice.

i long to give you a hug

like a mother holds her child.

echoes of fear.

yonder side i bring cheer

quiet sobs i still hear.

Unforgiving Heart

My heart is full of tears

In vast darkness it so appears.

Left behind and forsaken

Promises undone and broken.

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It is but with a heavy heart

That I struggle in this art

For I am only human, not smart,

Who judge not but love from the start.

Yes, I write silly rhymes and crappy poems,

But that one man never condemns.

He inspired me to write

With the pen as my might.

Now that he’s left and gone

Should I just stop, instead I run?

Epic Fail

when you chanced upon that one man,

keep him and hold tight his hand.

he might fly, he might be gone

and it’s a sorrow if he goes down.

but what more can you say or do

when he’s decided to go?

goodbye? farewell? adieu?

or just a sincere i love you

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caramel macchiato

ah the alarm ends the sleep

bid adieu to counting sheep,

say hello to the morning sun

and listen to your heart having fun.

start the day with a greet and a smile

no coffee for me, i’ll just be fine

but then i drive and stop for a while

ah yes, one caramel macchiato…

now, that’s my style!

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almost

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tonight i rest my case

as the moon is all ablaze

a cue, a hint is just a craze

and no, i won’t give you a chase.

life is too short to even care at all

the forest, the trees standing tall.

a leap from the past i now recall

cry, jump and scream. just don’t fall.

for he can no longer take your call.

A Monster Named Math

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splish splash you take a bath

before you face the dreaded math

cold water to lessen the wrath

1, 2, 3… you start counting the lath.

slay the monster named math

the school becomes your warpath

if you fail, they tag you sociopath

even calling you a psychopath!

i hate you, math!

you scream, shout aloud!

but then that is not allowed

detention you have been avowed

just because of a monster named math.

Poor Miss Caroline

look, there goes miss caroline.

listen to her long loud whine

as she holds tight a glass of cheap wine.

blabbering like an old fat swine

only to be slaughtered next in line.

next she does is sip, slip, and slide

as people around her stare in sublime.

she takes her shoe and puts on a smile

then exits the room asking for some dime.

oh what a shame, miss caroline.

what have you done with your time?

she speaks soft as if a pantomime,

“i have yet to love a man in springtime

and it’s sad longing for a man i can call mine.”

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