LAUREL LEAVES POETRY


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MAY 2015

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MS. VALERIE PENNINGTON

 

SELECTED POEMS

 

Best Friends

 

We have been through some times 
          of trouble and pain, 		
But we have always made it through 
          and the sun shown through the rain.

The guys have not always helped us, 
          But they are usually the cause. 
But our friendship has been the greatest, 
          No matter how many flaws.

There have been many: Tim and Tony, 
          John and Mike.  
But the question is: 
          Which is wrong and which is right?

You have heard me laugh. 
          You have heard me cry. 
Sometimes you can tell how I feel 
          By the look in my eye.

We have shared guys. 
          We have shared dreams. 
We have shared laughs. 
          We have shared screams.

Times have been tough 
          But we have made it through. 
I could not have done it 
          Without a best friend like you.

 

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The Chance

 

I once had a friend that I loved a lot. 
His name was TERRY CRUMPLEY 
And still to this day 
He is the best friend that I’ve got.          

          He had a chance. 

He was just fourteen and such a great guy. 
Fourteen is too young for anyone to die. 
He had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. 
When he grew older, he wanted to study the skies.          

          He just wanted a chance. 

He wanted to be an astronomer. 
He wanted to be great. 		
He wanted to go to college 
And to get that big break.          

          But he didn’t get that chance. 

It all happened after a big school dance. 
He was riding in the car with a drunken friend. 
How was he to know 
That it was all about to end?          

          He was about to lose that chance. 

It was a dark and misty night 
Or so it seemed to me. 
The entire car was wrapped 
Around a large oak tree.          

          His chance at life was gone. 

I could not go to the funeral. 
I knew I would break down 
Seeing the parents of six kids standing around 
Wiping their eyes and to hear them say, 
“If it weren’t for booze, these kids would not be laying here today.”        

          They all would have had a chance.

 

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Daddy

 

A father’s hand on your shoulder 
still correcting, firm and strong. 
Telling you to be safe or 
That you are just doing it wrong.

To still feel that watchful eye 
That a parent always has. 
To wonder what he thinks of your parenting, 
And would he have liked your spouse.

You love to have that guardian angel, 
But how much more you would like 
to crawl into the lap of your 
DADDY!

 

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REDNECK POETRY

 

The opossum in the road wasn’t decomposin’ 
I thought the opossum was just dozin’ 
Come to find out. . . 
That opossum was just frozen.


Hsinku: A form created by Dr. Kenneth Fan

 

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MY ANGEL

 

He looks like an angel    
As he closes his eyes at night    
As innocent as the day he was born.

Then daylight comes and he   
Springs from his room.

There is my real seven-year old son.

 

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