The Fondest Friends A Child Could Have (Reasons Why Walt Disney Can Suck It Because He's Not The Only One Making Family Friendly Entertainment)
Charles M Schulz
Jim Henson
Dr. Seuss
Shel Silverstein
William Hanna Joseph Barbera
Warner Bros/Mel Blanc
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Poetry Post 181
The Poet
I'll make you think, I'll make you feel
I'll take you someplace romantic or someplace surreal
I'll express thoughts extremely neurotic
But rarely ever psychotic
That is the duty of the poet
To have emotions and let his poems show it
Be A Friend
Could you be a friend to me
And let me see
How beautiful the world could be
And finally set me free
Identity Free
People have to live with what they got
Instead of trying to be who they are not
No one truly lives free
If they don't recognize their identity
I'll make you think, I'll make you feel
I'll take you someplace romantic or someplace surreal
I'll express thoughts extremely neurotic
But rarely ever psychotic
That is the duty of the poet
To have emotions and let his poems show it
Be A Friend
Could you be a friend to me
And let me see
How beautiful the world could be
And finally set me free
Identity Free
People have to live with what they got
Instead of trying to be who they are not
No one truly lives free
If they don't recognize their identity
Poetry Post 180
My Best Friend
When I'm lonely in my solitary bed
I have a friend who comes to me
He's always there to comfort me
When I'm sick and trapped he sets me free
We never speak a word but always talk
He is always friendly in his chat
We cuddle close and I pet him
My confession is he's a cat
Sitting On My Roof
Sitting on my roof watching the people go by
Seeing each person trying to make it higher than the last guy
But I just sit and wonder why
They don't just lay back and watch their spirits fly
Noon Winds
Take a trip to wherever the noon winds may blow
Cause no matter how far the noon winds go
It'll never go past where God's beauty may grow
When I'm lonely in my solitary bed
I have a friend who comes to me
He's always there to comfort me
When I'm sick and trapped he sets me free
We never speak a word but always talk
He is always friendly in his chat
We cuddle close and I pet him
My confession is he's a cat
Sitting On My Roof
Sitting on my roof watching the people go by
Seeing each person trying to make it higher than the last guy
But I just sit and wonder why
They don't just lay back and watch their spirits fly
Noon Winds
Take a trip to wherever the noon winds may blow
Cause no matter how far the noon winds go
It'll never go past where God's beauty may grow
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