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Poems

All my poems are dear to me,
Because they are my offspring.
They were conceived from the heart,
And born in my brain,
To breathe life into the page.

Some are long, some are short,
Some are enlightened and some are dark.
They might not rhyme, or appear to be,
Worth the time, it takes to read them.
But to me, they will always be, poetry.

Public Domain 2019

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Salesman

If you want to live forever,
Get your insurance right here?
We’ve got hospitals, therapists,
And miracle pills, too.

We can cure you,
Even make you better, than before.
Don’t worry, I’ll lower your deductible,
And you can keep your doctor, too.

If you want prosperity?
If you want to be respected,
And admired by your peers?
If you want to go, straight to heaven?

Donate right here,
And streets of gold, diamonds and pearls,
Will be your reward,
For your blind faith in me.

If you want to protect your family,
Invest in their future, right here?
And everybody will adore you,
Especially me.

If you want world peace,
Security and protection?
Lower taxes guaranteed, if you vote for me?
And safe and sound, you’ll sleep tonight!

Whatever you want,
Whatever you’re looking for,
You can get it, right here and right now,
At your user-friendly dollar store.

By: ElRoy © 2019

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Splatter On The Wall

There are so many thoughts,
In the mosh pit of my heart.
Shoving and pushing,
Refusing to keep apart.

Trying to command:
“All Your Attention!”
By forcing their way,
To the front.

They have no manners,
They don’t take turns.
Since they have different beliefs,
They can’t get along.

Every time a Nobel thought,
Tries to make a peace offering.
The jealous one’s revolt,
And gang up on it.

And if a Moral thought,
Attempts to escape.
They form a Rock and Roll band,
Called: “Search And Destroy”.

I hope the Decent thoughts,
That still remain,
Will soon find a way,
To defeat that old dinosaur brain.

Before those last Good intentions,
That stayed behind,
Become extincted,
And forgotten in my past.

By: ElRoy © 2019

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A Liberal Becomes Conservative

When I was young,
I couldn’t wait to be grown.
I wanted to “Live And Let Live”,
And to be on my own.
I thought all love was free,
My Mom gave it to me?

Later in life,
I saw “The Error Of My Ways”,
For Liberty,
She demanded a price–always!
And how chasing a lie would be,
Just like falling into the sea.

Now that I’m old,
I’ve come to realize,
You can’t live like that,
Even if it seems nice.
For our hearts to amend,
Who you love you defend!

By: ElRoy © 2017

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Orange Ball

Orange ball in the sky,
Rising up, going high.
Orange ball in the sky,
Measuring life, to you and I.

Orange ball in the sky,
Shining bright, in my eye.
Orange ball in the sky,
Hovering above, to magnify.

Orange ball in the sky,
Inspires me, to testify.
Orange ball in the sky,
Enlightens all, to glorify.

Orange ball in the sky,
Sinking low, the moon’s nigh.
Orange ball in the sky,
Now’s down, and so I’ll lie.

By: ElRoy © 2014

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My Last Poem

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The poetry left me today,
That little flame of pride,
She made sure–
To extinguish last night.

And in my helplessness,
All I could say:
“Why did I ever think,
She was going to stay”.

I thought I was her poet,
And she was my free verse,
I thought I could get her,
To see it my way.

And in my foolishness,
I told her, she was my creation.

But she was contrary,
And told me straight-faced,
I was nothing without her,

For she had her own say,
And that my opinion,
Didn’t matter any way.

And that she could find,
Another loser–
That would see it her way.

And as I look back,
At all the poems,
I had written,

I thought they were mine,
But it turned-out,
They were her’s.

For she was the rhyme,
And I had no reason.

So, what am I going to do now,
With all my selfishness,
For I have no muse,
And I’m too poor–
To afford a mistress?

By: ElRoy © 2018

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Conversion

I had a thought,
That came to my mind.
Why it stayed,
I don’t know.

It caused me distress,
And gave me no rest,
For it refused to go.

It was an unpleasant thought.
And I feared,
That I might commit the action,
The thought,
Represented in my mind.

And still it lingers on.
Where it came from,
I’m not sure.
But I suspect,
It came from those,
Deep recesses in my mind.

It must’ve happened,
That one time,
I sank so low.

How I survived it,
I don’t recall.
But I must’ve been rescued,
And then revived.

By: ElRoy © 2019