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Category Archives: Rhymed Verse

A Hundred Years

If I could live a hundred years
The way that I am now,
I’d rather live a shorter time
And improve it all somehow.

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Anger Is Not Permission

Anger is not permission.
Neither is a crime.
The fact that you want to
Or that others agree
Does not make your actions fine.


Is Hope a Coil of Metal

Is hope a coil of metal,
Kinetic energy held at bay?
Is that coil still eternal
Once flat – its energy gone away?
Or is hope a fall of water,
Rushing from a hole in the ground?
Could it be if the rushing can stop
And no water can be found?
Or is hope a little seed
That sprouts to grow some more?
Until that cycle of seasons breaks –
Spring eternal rather than four.


Remember

Remember the vicious murder
That was allowed for your soul’s sake.
Celebrate it every year
With eggs, bunnies, baskets, and cake.


Once a Day of Saints

Once a day of saints and souls
Of stories, songs, and snakes.
Now, a day of beers and brawls
Whether green by birth or fakes.


For $600

For $600 Poem Walls Em T. Wytte

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For $600, drug packets can fly
Over a wall and through the sky.
For the cost of 2 ladders, less ambitious can climb
Up and down (picked up by a car in no time).
For the cost of a shovel and 2-3 days,
They can risk a patrol and tunnel their way.
For 2 million dollars, engineers have designed
Longer-lasting tunnels that travel miles blind.
And still for drug-running, most work stays wall-free
With approach more direct through ports on the sea.
So as existing walls neither stop nor reveal
Do new walls stop, cost, slow, or conceal?


Would That I Could Dream

Would that I could dream
And make those dreams come true.
If trying be not good enough,
Then, I’m afraid I’m screwed.


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