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Showing posts with label Rocky Point Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rocky Point Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!

**Thanks Amy ;) shout out to San Antonio!**

Thursday, May 15, 2008

A HEARTFELT POEM...

A Part Of America Died
Somebody killed a policeman today

And a part of America died...
A piece of our country he swore to protect
Will be buried with him at his side.
The beat that he walked was a battlefield, too,
Just as if he had gone off to war;
Though the flag of our nation won't fly at half-mast
To his name they will add a gold star.
The suspect that shot him will stand up in court
With counsel demanding his rights,
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids
And spend many long, lonely nights.
Yes, somebody killed a policeman today...
Maybe in your town or mine,
While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors
A cop put his life on the line.
Now his ghost walks the beat on a dark city street,
And he stands at each new rookie's side;
He answered the call... of himself gave his all,
And a part of America died...
Author Unknown

ROCKY POINT LITERATURE

Here's a brand new catagory for your entertainment pleasure...we wrote a poem yesterday and want to share it with you all:

Sailboat sailing the Sea
Breeze blowing freely
Leisurely
Day at the beach
Yet peace of mind is out of my reach
Turmoil and struggle
With a backdrop of a perfect scenery.
Sea of Cortez
Lends its ear to me
Trying to think of the possibility
Of life improving
When will be my time
Sea - please send me a sign
Struggle and trouble
In this most perfect place
Finances, life's largest set-back
World wide economic slump
But the "world's aquarium" right in front
The anticipation of a break in the clouds
Hovering bringing the
Stifiling humidity like clockwork
A season of swelter until it breaks
When is OUR relief?
Pain in paradise is this oxymoron, twilight zone
Which we call home.

What do you think??
 
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