Vero
Puzzle, nuzzle, muzzle, guzzle;
Bread of sorrow and bread of life!
But, come and show me the way to the righteous sea.
Call in Vero to understand my muse!
Muzzle, puzzle, nuzzle, guzzle;
And like the act of a simple poem on you,
But, so meaningful! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Guzzle From the Pump...Chump
Guzzle from the pump...
Chump.
Pump payer.
Wallet slayer.
Guzzle from the pump...
Chump.
You ain't by yourself.
And the ride is bumpy...
Gonna leave you grumpy.
Muzzle up and hump,
Chump.
Pump payer.
Wallet slayer.
Grumble in a mumble if you want.
But if you want to get by...
You're gonna squalor for that dollar.
No matter if you holler!
Guzzle from the pump...
Chump.
Pump payer.
Wallet slayer.
Guzzle from the pump...
Chump.
You ain't by yourself.
And the ride is bumpy...
Gonna leave you grumpy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Puzzle
friends are like a puzzle
fitting together in so many ways
sometimes it seems like a piece is missing
sometimes it seems like everythings just right
sometimes it seems like things are falling apart
friendship like a puzzle is hard to figure out
sometimes puzzle pieces disappear
and sometimes they never come back
so my puzzle, your puzzle, our puzzle must be completed
there is only one thing that can complete the puzzle
a piece of every friends heart
our puzzle is what holds us together
my puzzle is complete
all friends are happy
all hearts are here
the friendship puzzle is complete
poem by by unknown author
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Rhymes...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
These rhymes make no sense
But sound good they do
Worn out cliché
Guess some like it this way
If the words fit the puzzle
I will put on my muzzle
But
Unless you think like a limerick
Say what you want to speak
Not what you want me to read
poem by Adam Holmes
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The Reason Why
Asking the unanswerable 'why'
Is like seeking light in the dim,
Life and Death we can't deny
No reasons needed, so it seems.
That Fate does not come knocking,
Nor does Death have any manners
Is a daily truth we are all facing
For Life when lost is regained never.
When people walk like sitting ducks
Ready to be cut down for no cause
Then something of Why must be asked
And the Reason searched with no pause.
My simple question is the puzzle
Where came the bulk of ammunition?
The absence of the needed muzzle -
Are stricter laws on gun regulation!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Missing puzzle
They talk of the puzzle that has the missing piece,
But none mention the piece with the missing puzzle,
It's hard when there is nowhere to turn for release,
And searches for acceptance lead to refusal,
It pains me to hear puzzles constantly complain,
For the piece with a missing puzzle cries in vain,
They try to fit in places that they never can,
And end up with a life like that of a cursed man,
They can pretend they are another puzzle piece,
And then try forcing themselves into a puzzle,
But it will hurt them until they crave for release,
And acknowledge their prospective host's refusal,
They will surely be doomed to tiresomely roam,
In a vain search for a place that they can call home,
Till they declare themselves a puzzle of their own,
And then learn how to be content being alone.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Sonnet: Lost & Overwhelmed
Overwhelmed with emotions, sobs with no tears
Can’t understand where to go from here
Confused I am in every aspect of life
Lost with no map, dark with no light
Alone in the world but surrounded by people
Screaming in silence fearing the evil
I hold on to hope but I am losing my grip
Hung over with life and still taking a sip
I am lost in this life and tomorrow will be worse
I don’t know what to do, I am lost I am cursed
Lost in my thoughts solving the puzzle
Lost in myself while holding the muzzle
Laughing, smiling, happy for now trying not to offend
I don’t know where to go from here I'm at the very end
poem by Ramon Escamilla
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Fraudulent Offence
I like your card as it deceives me,
Debt is a terrible life, I know and see.
Fraud is to obtain this property
And theft is the way you take for poverty.
May you mislead knowingly another
That the legions and lesions are lessons of a mother.
I like this conviction upheld,
The marriage of money is to be compelled.
Debt is a mathematical puzzle,
One of the finest monuments called a muzzle.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Dogs Life
(words & music by sid wayne - ben weisman)
If I had my life to live over
I know just what Id like to be
A pampered pet of a rich brunette
Sitting on my mamas knee
Someone to love me
Someone to care
Rubberduck dubble little fingers through my hair
I need a dogs life
What a life, thats good enough for me
Thats good enough for me
If I had a bone to be picking
A picking chicken or a steak
Curled up there in an easy chair
Man, that wont be hard to take
Ill always be faithful
Thats what Id be
Never bite a hand that feeds me, no siree
Just lead a dogs life
What a life
Thats good enough for me
Thats good enough for me
Id find me a pink little poodle
And lose my noodle over her
I chase her round all over town
Just to ruffle up her fur
Nuzzle her muzzle
A hole in her paw
Greatest case of puppy lovin you ever saw
Its called a dogs life
What a life
Thats good enough for me
You heard me say it now
Thats good enough for me
Thats good enough for me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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8th Grade Graduation
A puzzle together
a puzzle apart
each piece belongs to my heart
each piece is differant
each piece is great
But now they have to take on the long expected fate
They knew it would come
the day was here
the day they dreaded at the beginning of the year
The day they would be pulled apart
the whole would be broken
they knew it from the start
A piece here
and a piece there
how could life be so unfair
The beautiful picture the puzzle protrayed
is now forgotten
the pieces have strayed
They went away
fell beneath the wooden table
the puzzle would never again be stable
But that puzzle is forever in my heart
the memories of each piece
will never fall apart
-For my eighth grade class on graduation-
poem by Summer Song
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Peace Returns Again
We live, We die.
We mourn. We cry.
And those that are left
pick up the pieces
that were that person's life,
little pieces that fit together
like a puzzle that just like the weather
is filled with changes
of highs and lows,
of happy times
and all their woes.
The last piece of the puzzle
fits right into place
and frames the picture
that was their face.
We keep that puzzle in our heart
and remember with love each little part
that was that person's life.
We then are left with an enigma,
a puzzle that relates their life.
It lives on in the mysteries of this world
but becomes solved in the afterlife.
And peace returns again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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On the Morning of Christ's Nativity
This starry dawn - the wise men yet afar -
the shepherds are abed, their night's task done.
Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?
All birth's a miracle; not less this one.
The cattle have bestirred at hint of morn,
the thought of feeding making moist their muzzle;
straw is rustling, as they, manger-drawn,
find unfamiliar form- so warm - to nuzzle.
What were the first words Joseph softly said
to Mary, as dawn broke, this day of days?
And who, sent from the inn to cattle-shed
to feed and lay fresh straw, fell still in praise?
How long, this morn, before the murmured sound
of voices in the street, as Word gets round?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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On the Dawn of Christ's Nativity [sonnet]
This starry dawn – the wise men yet afar –
the shepherds are abed, their night’s task done.
Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?
All birth’s a miracle; no less this one.
The cattle have bestirred at hint of morn,
the thought of feeding making moist their muzzle;
straw is rustling as they, manger-drawn,
find unfamiliar form – so warm – to nuzzle.
What were the first words Joseph softly said
to Mary, as dawn broke, this day of days?
And who, sent from the inn to cattle-shed,
to feed and lay fresh straw, fell still in praise?
How long, this morn, before the murmured sound
of voices in the street, as Word gets round?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sonnet on the Morning of Christ's Birth
This starry dawn – the wise men yet afar –
the shepherds are abed, their night’s task done.
Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?
All birth’s a miracle; no less this one.
The cattle have bestirred at hint of morn,
the thought of feeding making moist their muzzle;
straw is rustling as they, manger-drawn,
find unfamiliar form – so warm – to nuzzle.
What were the first words Joseph softly said
to Mary, as dawn broke, this day of days?
And who, sent from the inn to cattle-shed,
to feed and lay fresh straw, fell still in praise?
How long, this morn, before the murmured sound
of voices in the street, as Word gets round?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Dawn of Christ's Nativity [sonnet]
This starry dawn – the wise men yet afar –
the shepherds are abed, their night’s task done.
Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?
All birth’s a miracle; no less this one.
The cattle have bestirred at hint of morn,
the thought of feeding making moist their muzzle;
straw is rustling as they, manger-drawn,
find unfamiliar form – so warm – to nuzzle.
What were the first words Joseph softly said
to Mary, as dawn broke, this day of days?
And who, sent from the inn to cattle-shed,
to feed and lay fresh straw, fell still in praise?
How long, this morn, before the murmured sound
of voices in the street, as Word gets round?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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0039 On the Morning of Christ's Nativity
This starry dawn - the wise men yet afar -
the shepherds are abed, their night's task done.
Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?
All birth's a miracle; not less this one.
The cattle have bestirred at hint of morn,
the thought of feeding making moist their muzzle;
straw is rustling, as they, manger-drawn,
find unfamiliar form- so warm - to nuzzle.
What were the first words Joseph softly said
to Mary, as dawn broke, this day of days?
And who, sent from the inn to cattle-shed
to feed and lay fresh straw, fell still in praise?
How long, this morn, before the murmured sound
of voices in the street, as Word gets round?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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0031 Dawn in Bethlehem on the Morning of Christ's Nativity
This starry dawn - the wise men yet afar -
the shepherds are abed, their night's task done.
Is Mary tired? Or, as one untouched?
All birth's a miracle; not less this one.
The cattle have bestirred at hint of morn,
the thought of feeding making moist their muzzle;
straw is rustling, as they, manger-drawn,
find unfamiliar form- so warm - to nuzzle.
What were the first words Joseph softly said
to Mary, as dawn broke, this day of days?
And who, sent from the inn to cattle-shed
to feed and lay fresh straw, fell still in praise?
How long, this morn, before the murmured sound
of voices in the street, as Word gets round?
(revisited)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Shipwreck Of A Heart
it's bittersweet when we fit together
my puzzle piece and i
he smiles assuringly
hums me sweet sweet melodies
and says he's free now
i believe i want to be free too
fly together, let's
my mockingbird and i
but winged creatures and puzzle pieces aren't
quite compatible
and you made it
astonishingly clear
you're a bird-
i'm a puzzle
and we just
don't seem to
fit
together ever
poem by Alexzia Ferdinand
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A Muzzle
Keep a muzzle on your mouth while the wicked is in your presence,
For the Book of True-Love is never known to them;
And try to sow beside all waters to gain your future.
The sun has tanned me but i am here with my words,
So tell me if you, love me and i will care for you;
Because there is no darkness in the wilderness of your fruitful love!
Life is like everyone with his or her mate,
And with broad rivers and streams everywhere!
But keep a muzzle on your mouth while the wicked is in your presence,
For there is no love in their hearts!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hardship
Excruciating and harrowing throb alarmed me,
Exercising my mind with pain and agony;
The opening of gates should ensue,
To the world of pleasure, the life of fun.
I spoke of boredom as the past,
I spoke of happiness as a child,
But when I met my wife in this puzzle called life
The reality was bigger of pleasure,
Pleasant news arrived of a son, of a daughter,
Even more of them.
The son asked all the day why my puzzle was solved,
When the pain had returned from my life.
They could only help and pray,
I prayed on and on, and so I succeeded.
Prayer is the peace of this life-
My puzzle is solved.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Puzzle Solved
Forming a puzzle in front of my vision,
I have quests and solutions for them;
The inspiration from the Devil is immense,
Strict peace is observed without him.
The demons are against the solution of a puzzle,
For the evil of the deeds are to be kept.
One puzzle is like two pens at work,
This conjures the vision of a dream to write.
Visions are displayed by me and my thoughts,
I see the quiz of times and see their demons.
poem by Naveed Akram
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