On Top of the Flue (Revised)

Clover and I climbed the flue
because i was feeling blue.

When Clover and I got to the top,
I yelled yoohoo.

Then I heard the cop
who was next to my pop

tell me not to jump,
so I sat on my rump.

When Elsie bellowed moo.
and i wondered oooooo;

how to get this bovine
off this chimney of mine.

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Life and Doors

You can't long for the past, for what could have been.

Those doors are closed. Never to be open again.

Nor yearn for a future whose doors will never open.

Nor live only in the present whose doors are open.


To live in the present without reflecting upon the past

means that one will repeat one's mistakes.

If one does not learn from the path through the doors,

then happiness will never be behind the next door.


To live in the present without contemplating upon the future

means that one will be go through doors aimlessly.

If one is aimless, then one has no path to follow,

then happiness will never be behind the next door.


If one lives in the present, but reflects upon one's past

and learns from them, and one contemplates one's future,

and sets goals to work toward so the future is not blank,

then behind the doors some day, happiness will be there.

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Life

Life goes on for better and for worse.

Live goes on through happiness and sorrow.

Life goes on through hills and valleys.

Life goes on forward out of the past

Life goes on to remember the past joys.

Life goes on to make new smiles.

Life goes on and so should you.

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Cheer for a Journalism Student

go leanna go;

she's our writer;

a real deadline nailbiter;

she gets it done;

then goes out to have fun;

go leanna go.

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No Poem

End of the month and no poem
because I chose to roam.

Away from all
I had a ball.

Now back to the grind
I hope I can keep sane my mind.

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Answers

I want answers; I want answers; I want answers

to questions that will never be asked,

nor would I know the truth, if answers came.

For if answers came, would they be the truth,

or just words spoken to calm my mind.

Would words just spoken calm my mind;

or would they just make me wonder,

if what I was hearing was the truth?

I want answers; I want answers; I want answers,

or do I?

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Moving On

It's not so easy to move on.

Sometimes I want to not face myself.

Then, at times, I want to go back.

Go back to undo the past.

At other times, the future is the key.

Either way, past or present, I am running -

running from me, away from me -

running away from reality.

Then slowly, surely, I face myself -

not alone this time.

I appreciate my friends -

who get me to live again -

live in the present -

where reality is.

Moving on is not easy -

but with my friends help -

self-acceptance is moving on within me.

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