Tag: Poetry
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The Next Patient
I wrote this ballad to describe a situation many primary care providers face every day. Every provider carries the weight of the problems for all of their patients and the memories last their entire careers, but they still move on, maintain their composure, and do their best for the next patient. The story is written…
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One Year Ago
One Year Ago I’ve learned things,That I didn’t know,On this day,One year ago. How you’re loved,How you’ve grown,Since that day,One year ago. How I’ve tried,To make time slow.Seems yesterday,One year ago. There’s just so much,I wouldn’t know,But for that day,One year ago. Happy birthday, little girl. Samantha’s Response Tc ydrrTFDXCgtxcccccccccccccccccccxv cv x e m;ZLE005AZA4eer{¿(Uh V…
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So Much Time
So Much Time A baby at 5,Sitting on the bricks.You have so much time,And you spend it selling sticks. A kid at 10,Writing his own name.You have so much time,And you spend it playing games. A boy at 15,Playing with a ball.You have so much time,And you spend it against a wall. A loser at…
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Before Too Long
Before Too Long I wrote this with intentions that it would be much longer, but I stopped when I realized the point had been made already. It reminds me of a walk in the rain with my little girl and I hope you like it! You held the tree softly,Like you thought you would break it.Telling…
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Nobody Else
Nobody Else I made a promise,I don’t know to who.I could probably break it,Because nobody elseSeems to know that I made it. But I know what I said,And I tell the truth.So I’ll keep my promise,Because nobody elseCould’ve heard it, but you.
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The Ballad of the Immigrant Trump Supporter (And The Crazy Lady Who Wants Him Deported)
The Ballad of the Immigrant Trump Supporter (And The Crazy Lady Who Wants Him Deported) A Nigerian guy works at the gas station near me.I go to his store every WednesdayFor lottery tickets and beer.Once, he gave me an extra dollar in change,And I gave it back,So we became friends. He has lived here for…
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Pszzaimmyg – A Poem For My Daughter, Samantha
Pszzaimmyg – A Poem For My Daughter, Samantha Sami,Spelled with an I.Or, maybe,With two M’s and a Y. It could start with a P.It could have two Z’s.If you really, really want,It could end with a G. So if you’re ever asked,Just say, “That’s me!”You can be anyone,That you want to B.
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Presidential Inauguration Poem for Donald J. Trump
When I found out President-elect Trump did not have a poet laureate for his inauguration today, I thought it would be nice to write a poem for him. I really wanted to capture the true Trump creative spirit, so I copied lines from the first five inauguration poems and put them together into one poem….