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"PAGE FOUND" - Poems by Peat!
- Common-law Copyrights - Infinity For Sale - Lip To Lore / Treasure of Today -
- Newport Critic - We Pan Life's Gold - Ships That Leak - There -
- How Hard? - The Affinity Inn - Poem For Sale - Junebugs -
- Three Skyys the Limit - Concrete Canyons -
- Plastic Essentials - Soothe Silent Song -
- Ode D' Sanya - Follow on Twitter -
- Realm Of The Unseen / PHOTOS -
Common-law Copyrights
What if young Ms. Nightingale,
Had a copyrighted song,
Would it mean we’d not be allowed,
To simply sing along?
What if old man Webster,
Had a copyrighted book,
Would each word, now be heard,
Simply with our looks?
What if God misplaced his key,
To Heaven’s pearly door,
Would it mean we wouldn't pray,
Simply as before?
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Infinity For Sale
Infinity went up for sale today,
No need for lines no need to pay.
No need to push no need to shove,
Plenty of room in the heavens above.
Infinity went up for sale they say,
No need to rush I think I'll stay.
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Lip To Lore / Treasure of Today
We but wet out lips at the fountain of youth,
Reflecting on a dream of its future truth.
By the sparkle of its coin it's clear to see,
How treasured life is and forever will be.
Dreams of perfection don't fade away,
And with you in my life it's here today.
Now the fountain of youth is life itself,
Dreams fulfilled will define our wealth.
Treasure of today for tomorrow to see,
Blossoms on a branch of our family tree.
So quench your thirst my loving child,
May the weather of life be always mild.
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Newport Critic
Adrift in debris time washes aground,
Message in a bottle prays to be found.
Riptide sands erode from short days,
Reminding us all to mend our ill ways.
Verse is akin, to hourglass sands,
A vessel of truth, it's spark to be fanned.
Fate rules the day in times high court,
Quenching my thirst for a next new port.
Shifting tides shape our sandbars within,
Just the mirage of where we have been.
Day of new dawn thwarts napping haze,
Shadows his light in mysterious ways.
Tides rushing out reveal courage within,
Safe harbor in truth, is to harbor no sin.
Riptide sands to lay where they may,
Hourglass sands to start the new day.
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We Pan Life's Gold
We pan for the gold,
As life swirls around.
The easy way out,
Keeps bringing us down.
As the flames finally meet,
Your fingers may burn.
Spare room at the Inn,
Must be justly earned.
We pan life's gold,
Yet its nuggets abound.
May a spark to ignite,
One's soul be found.
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Ships That Leak
May the breeze of your dreams keep blowing,
for they fill the sails of our ships that leak,
that brighter future we've come to seek.
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There
There is my truth,
and there is your truth.
There is our truth,
and there is their truth.
Then there is the truth,
and the is over there.
There,
The Truth.
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How Hard?
It’s as hard, to jar a jar,
As it is, to bar a bar.
It’s hard, to mar a mar,
Harder yet, to scar a scar.
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The Affinity Inn
Indigent in morale,
The viceroy of lust.
Avarice in desire,
No affinity for trust.
Boisterous in voice,
With bragging a must.
Facetious in verse,
Now morning till dusk.
Wanton in manner,
Life seems a bust.
Travailed in addiction,
Soul but a crust.
Ignoble in character,
The hypnotic white dust.
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Poem For Sale
Poem for sale,
I need a fix,
Poem for sale,
I don’t do tricks.
Poem for sale,
I need a drink,
Poem for sale,
It's not what you think.
Poem for sale,
I need a joint,
Poem for sale,
You don’t get the point.
Poem for sale,
I need to get high,
Poem for sale,
The question is why?
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Junebugs
Like junebugs to a flame,
The crack whore scores,
Gideon’s Bible tucked tight,
As she preys for more.
The heightened fear,
Is it fight or flight,
Her saltless tear,
In the endless night.
Giving up won’t do,
In her hour of need,
Blame it on those,
With their lust and greed.
Catch her if you can,
For we all fall down,
Keep her if you can,
From the cold cold ground.
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Three Skyys the Limit
Hung-over and hungry,
Caught the last flight,
Three Skyys the limit,
'Twas Halloween night.
Liftoff for the heavens,
That’s as close as I'd get,
Just dining on pretzels,
While stuck on this jet.
I had made Mitch’s gold list,
Yet nodded off twice,
Three Skyys the limit,
Was just a roll of his dice.
On my way to see Mary,
With her salt at the rim,
I indulged Sam Adams,
By indulging in him.
Her concrete canyons,
Are but now spacious sky,
I toast with Manhattans,
May her soul never die.
Seven bucks for a Ripple,
Ten more for my smokes,
Three Skyys the limit,
Then homeward bound broke.
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Concrete Canyons
A very close friend sits at my side,
Knows no evil nor the turning of tides.
He is just my dog and a mutt at that,
While glued to the TV he patiently sat.
The second plane hit it was unreal to see,
Blind to mans nature how I wished I were he.
Concrete canyons are but now spacious sky,
Her children weep for the parents who died.
Assault on our nation religion one cause,
In God We Trust good reason for pause.
With twisted minds on death hell bent,
Dramatic it was but not heaven sent.
Abused was God’s name taken in vain,
Cruel acts of terror are never ordained.
Planned so well that strike to our heart,
If it's war they seek then just let it start.
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Plastic Essentials
Whittling away with a plastic knife,
Dealing away with a plastic life.
Fishing away with a plastic pole,
Wading thru life in a plastic role.
Whistling away to a silent tune,
Speeding away to a next saloon.
Searching away with a plastic scope,
Dangle in a tree from a plastic rope.
Whittle on wood with a plastic knife,
Whittle I would just to end this strife.
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Soothe Silent Song
Jellyfish Angels beneath God's vast see,
Cover my ears to the Devil's sick plea.
Shining like a light as bright as all day,
Trust in your angels to assure they stay.
Jellyfish Angels under God's sea of life,
Sail me away from the Devil’s ill strife.
With dawn’s first light they start each day,
By granting God's children a time for play.
Jellyfish Angels with soothe silent song,
Instilling our right to see all our wrongs.
If ever I drift towards the Devil’s way,
My Jellyfish Angels will have their say.
Jellyfish Angels beneath God's vast see,
Protect all those now so precious to me.
And when it’s time to sleep once more,
Jellyfish Angels stand guard at our doors.
Jellyfish Angels propelled by their hair,
Like the jellyfish swims without any care.
Delight in the way they move all around,
Graceful as jellyfish yet making no sound.
Jellyfish Angels appeared in my dreams,
Guardian angles it apparently seemed.
Strange as it sounds but swear it's all true,
I jumped out of bed just to write this for you.
Many a sad tale was heard,
From the stranger alone at the bar.
His stories seem to channel lament,
Always leaving its scar.
Each tale may appear as simply,
An exaggerated version.
Yet every scar is very unique,
Just ask his plastic surgeon.
What pushes my buttons now pushes my pen,
like lightning it strikes God only knows when.
Season of reason buds a rose of new hue,
may the roses once read grow your roses anew.
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© Wm. P. Hammond (Peat) 2011 - all rights reserved