Run Away Stay Away

 

 

Freshman year I desired you more anything

More than the stars, the earth, gold, or being a king

But you desired different things, different dreams

You found another guy one that wasn’t me

I kept my distance never interfered

I went through a long tortured year

But then the next year I found a new idol

A goddess to worship, my heart again put on trial

My newest attempt was a failure just like with you

But I successfully escaped from your eyes of blue

You kept trying to talk to me, you wanted to be friends

But I ran away wary of falling again

I reasoned, if I stay away from you

I won’t fall for you again

Don’t take the running as an insult

It’s not your fault

That my heart falls for beautiful women

That’s why I run away

 

 

 

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Dixie Lass

This poem/song was inspired by the song "The Yellow Rose of Texas" my favorite song out of the American Civil War songs.  Also, there are elements of "Oh Susanna" in it.

"Dixie Lass"

 

 

There was a lass in Dixie

Who was mighty fine

And she told me, she was all mine

Then I went off to war

And left her weeping at the door

When I married her that wonderful day

I promised her to never go away

But as much as I try to keep war at bay

It used its age old weapon of masculine sway

I left her bonnie-blue eyes

And gold-wheat hair

And cotton-colored complexion fair

Down in Dixie

Now we are far apart

And it's just breaks my heart

I'm struck drinking Virginia whiskey

When she is way down in the heart of Dixie

I'm feeling awfully low as far as any man can go

I'm sentenced to the firing line of the lovers' death row

As soon as the war ends I be aglow

I go back to the girl I left long ago

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Vote

This poem is inspired by the election. No matter what party or wing you are on, we can all agree that voting is a necessity. To honor those brave patriots of 76.

“Vote”

 

 

Every election, Grandpa would get dressed up in a suit

Just to go out and vote

We all say Grandpa, all you’re doing is voting

It’s not church or a funeral

He would look straight at us and say

“Many men died for our right”

“To be able to vote without fear or fright”

“Our great-great-great grandfather froze in Morristown”

“Waiting for the day to cast a ballot down”

 

After that, He would head out

Come back with a sticker that said I voted

Looking back while casting my first vote

I realize what he was so devoted about

The thrill of selecting a leader,

The responsibility in my hands

Someday to my kids I will say

“We own a debt to the patriots of yesterday”

“Honor them with a vote”

Notes: I choose Morristown instead of Valley Forge because Morristown was actually a worse winter than Valley Forge.

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Red Flower

A metaphor poem. Just something I wrote on the way home from school about 1 1/2 ago.





Red Flower burning bright
As hot as the desert sun is burning
Men melt under your intense gaze
You thrive in the scorching heat
The cactus' flowers has nothing on your splendor
You are the life of the sandy plain
Red Flower, lighting up the desolate night
Gleaming ruby over the horizon
Grew in the paradise of the sun
Transplanted to the freezing mountains
There's little rain to refresh your petals
Yet majestically you still blossom
Red Flower, someway standing tall among the weeds
The jealous thorns prickled and pouted in envy
The average dandelion turns to plain white in despise
To equal your radiant magnificence





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