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Poetry From My Friends & Self
My Poetry ... since I made this website, I go first!
I Should Write Another Poem Today! Cause I've really got a lot to say. Should I write about war? Should I write about peace? I'd
rather write about bacon
grease!
I
should write another poem
today
Cause I like to make words JUMP and play! At times I'm whimsical? At times I'm ''DEEP'' And often I'm doinit when I should be `'fast`*asleep.`~
Naw,
I ain't writing no poems
today
I know it won't be what you think I should say I might mention God At times I may curse So
dare
if you may, indulge
in my vERse. So, here's a few of my poems. Click on the thumbnail to view the poem. Feel free to copy
(as described below - copyright conditions apply). These can be saved to your
computor by right clicking over it & selecting, "save image as."
You can even use them as desktop wallpapers!
ENJOY!
All entrys wheither posted or not are copyrighted, all right reserved.
 1) When Do Poets Fail  2) On the Road to Success   3) Through The Turns Through the turns, through the changes Seems my world constantly rearranges It's not easy - but "It's all good" (If I could believe that, I surely would) Through the turns, I've got it full throttle Yet I slow to help those who can only waddle And when I attain where I can relax That'll never happen - I'm promotionally self-taxed Through the turns, and low on fuel I've arrived at the Internet Marketing School I am the teacher & I am the student Another Steve Shearer experiment. Through the turns, I've seen too much highway Soon I'll have wings & be able to fly away So should you come 'round the bend & see what I see You may want to join this internet opportunity! Steve Shearer July 27, 2005 Copyright 2005, All Rights Reserved  4) What a Battle, What a Fight  5) Alone  6) Give Me My Chemicals 7) my dandelion meadows
preventing subjecting deliverance encased in freedom of doubt I live, yet faint of breath tomorrow be comfort, be death subjected to society & self I planted a seed of a dandelion sowed in meadows of wheat so pretty, so bitter to eat it dances with spornes on my tongue a chaser, yes - bring it on now! no chaser, no comfort, no pity for a dandelion sower in this city allow me I beg, allow me to cut to clean those meadows of wheat restore, replentish, yet savor ... the dandy-lying it adds, did you know - so much flavor! steve shearer/jan 21-2006 Copyright 2006, All Rights Reserved  My Friends Poetry Poetry Links More Poems e-mail me! Copyright Conditions
All poems
posted here are the sole property of the authors, and cannot be re-used
without the author's permission. That includes on your website,
profile, blog, etc. If you want to print a copy to hang on your wall,
I'm sure the authors won't mind. If you want to post the poem on your
website, please ask for permission. These poems are as much their
author's children as a real child. They were sweat over, pondered,
written and re-written, let's give the authors the respect they deserve
for being willing to share their hard work with us. For permission, please submit an e-mail to poetshare@yahoo.com
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