Witty Written Works
Waking is breathtaking daily,
horizons are unendingly new.
Time ticks on and away likely;
everyday an old chore renew.
Her love is a task so sweet,
forged in suicidal sacrifice.
Daily she makes love sweat
murdering her own fire in ice.
Silly days made our teens,
sorting out our teething genes.
Over those moons, new till old,
our hormones shiver their cold.
Tasting all those many dishes;
many we met with their witches,
Others we borrowed and mended.
But lots we created and trended.
The sting of disappointments sore,
betrayal and pain and much more.
Ageing fear is sour but it is caught;
yet still we trove amidst same death.
To all morrows we cherished
that date we shared perished,
and thank it so for that spice
it puts into this new date so nice.
First time I got those three words,
it was a parent checking on me.
Then it was a sibling’s own words,
demanding my attention and me.
Next on the train came a friend,
likewise demanding attention.
And this goes on without end,
because I’m in for an education.
As a stallion, my girl owned me,
every minute her calls are as true.
Mother didn’t as much call me.
Now my pet name is WHERE ARE YOU?
And come
It home.
That window;
Our mirror.
It makes
As wakes.
Another date
For fate.
Another day.
Oops, away!
Lets pray
And say.
The morrow
Will show
Us about,
Run, shout;
Shoulders high,
“Tomorrow’s here!”
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Where the eagles dare
The vulture does fear.
We’re weaklings there,
Patience stole our lair.
Anthills grew where
A colony learns to bear.
That beach is so near
When a lost ship cheer.
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Silly days made our teens,
Sorting out our teething genes.
Over those moons, new till old
Our hormones shiver their cold.
Tasting all those many dishes;
Many we met with their witches,
Others we borrowed and mended,
But lots we created and trended.
The sting of disappointments sore,
Betrayal and pain and much more.
Ageing fear is sour but caught;
Yet still we trove amidst death.
To all morrows we cherished
That date we shared perished,
And thank it so for that spice
It puts into this new date so nice.
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Collection of over 250 poems
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/451309
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