Submissions by iammonica
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
What i write is usually a release of a life event. Something more personal but i try to look at it in a different perspective.
Mr. Sniffles
Mr. Sniffles,how precious are you?
You tickle my arm while I slumber,
Keep watch while I work,
You run,jump,and jiggle,then kick your feet,
In my book there is no other,
You mourned when I mourned,
You eat when I eat,
We relax and watch our shows,
You amuse all my friends and family,
I am amazed for the depth of my affection for you,
Love and kisses always for one of my closest friends.
You tickle my arm while I slumber,
Keep watch while I work,
You run,jump,and jiggle,then kick your feet,
In my book there is no other,
You mourned when I mourned,
You eat when I eat,
We relax and watch our shows,
You amuse all my friends and family,
I am amazed for the depth of my affection for you,
Love and kisses always for one of my closest friends.
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Existence {the querry}
As I sit 'neath the old maple tree, i ponder my existence;
What will I do? Whom shall i be? I want to make a difference;
What is it Lord you would have me do? I ask,it is my querry;
Do I sew and reap and gather up? Venture out of my boundary?
Where do I go? Whom do I seek?
I wish to hold all those dear to me;
But yet I see the pressing throng;
Who are torn and thrown about;
they hunger,shiver,fear and bleed;
they always do without;
Lord can I be a loving touch and help them find your peace?
Lend me your wisdom and your grace;
for love is all we...
What will I do? Whom shall i be? I want to make a difference;
What is it Lord you would have me do? I ask,it is my querry;
Do I sew and reap and gather up? Venture out of my boundary?
Where do I go? Whom do I seek?
I wish to hold all those dear to me;
But yet I see the pressing throng;
Who are torn and thrown about;
they hunger,shiver,fear and bleed;
they always do without;
Lord can I be a loving touch and help them find your peace?
Lend me your wisdom and your grace;
for love is all we...
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This Little Fellow
There was this little fellow;
Who wandered by my side;
his hair was tan and yellow;
He asked me for a ride;
I answered without thinking;
as i often do;
I picked him up to carry;
What's another mile or two?
We spoke of nothing specific;
just journeyed on our way;
stopped for some refreshment;
then rested for the day.
I awakened the next morning;
to see him waiting there;
I said to him that i am sorry;
he said he had time to spare;
We started early morning;
with no urgency;
i asked which way to go;...
Who wandered by my side;
his hair was tan and yellow;
He asked me for a ride;
I answered without thinking;
as i often do;
I picked him up to carry;
What's another mile or two?
We spoke of nothing specific;
just journeyed on our way;
stopped for some refreshment;
then rested for the day.
I awakened the next morning;
to see him waiting there;
I said to him that i am sorry;
he said he had time to spare;
We started early morning;
with no urgency;
i asked which way to go;...
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