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Write More Poetry!?
 

“Write more poetry” my dear friend said-
“There must be something inside of your head.

The poems you wrote were good, each one I  understood.
You wrote poems for Caleigh, You wrote poems for Nan

You wrote poems for Herbert, You even wrote poems about SAND!
You must write a poem for Ryan-“My Dear, I said,-I’m trying”!

I never thought of myself as a poet I never thought of myself as bright.
All I know are the thoughts that come to me As I gaze at the stars in the night.

I never give a conscience thought any of the poems I write
They just come to me as blessings like a whisper in the night.

I know there is something so much bigger than me
I know that that something will be awesome to see.

I think of eternity and of times gone past
I think of my friends and how their love for me will last.

I think of our world’s troubles, perceived as they may be
I think of the doom-sayers that are as close as eternity.

When my life is over and time for me is no more
Then I will know what each of us has in store.

Until that moment comes-which I hope is a long time
I will just have to wait for my next poem or rhyme!

L. Lee Neil
All Rights Reserved
2000

I WISH HE WERE DEAD
 

I wish he were dead, my neighbor said,
With a fire blazing in his eyes-

He complains about everything I do,
And everything I do, he’ll despise.

I’m seldom home, and when I am-
I hear about his complaints,

He rants about my yard, and such-
The man should be in restraints!

I wish he were dead my neighbor said
With that fire still in his eyes-

And when he’s dead I will laugh
At the man I so despise.

Later that evening my telephone rang
And the voice on the line said,

Go next door and tell your friend
That his nasty neighbor is dead.

The news I gave my neighbor
Brought joy into his eyes-

I knew there would be a day
When I would rejoice at Nasty’s demise.

Yes, I said but you better sit down
And not rejoice too much

The accident that killed your neighbor
As he ran through the intersection light?

Also killed your wife and son-
At 10:35 this night.

Poems:  Copyright © 2000 Lee.  All rights reserved.

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