Reality Shows

Reality Shows

How stupid do you think I am? When you play that junk on some reality show. That’s not real, it just a big scam How stupid do you think I am? Maybe you need to take an exam, On what’s real, honest and true, even so How stupid do you think I am? When you play that junk on some reality show. I can’t believe you even got paid. You say it’s reality, I say your insane. You say truth, I say masquerade. I can’t believe you even got paid. I’m pretty sure your brain was mislaid, I think you must be taking cocaine. I can’t believe you even got paid. You say it’s reality, I say your insane. Poem Style – Triolet / Poem Catagory – Other Written by Lady...

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England is Calling Me!

England is Calling Me!

Oh England, Oh England, is calling my name, I want to go back, I do proclaim. In Summer days, England is so green, and a great time to go visiting the Queen. I have a great love for all the royalty and stuff, In England I find I never get enough. I love walking around, the old London town, but if you don’t watch out, you just might drown. Oh England, Oh England, is calling my name, I want to go back, I do proclaim. Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – Other Written by Lady Kathleen

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Dreams Too Real

Dreams Too Real

Many hidden meanings does this conceal I’m running, I’m running, I’m running away Dreams are hard to believe they are surreal A large table setup with a grand meal, With a man in the middle made of clay. Many hidden meanings does this conceal Spinning around on a large Ferris wheel. I see you there, then you wander a stray. Dreams are hard to believe they are surreal I walk to a man that calls for a deal, Pick one of three doors and see what you may Many hidden meanings does this conceal I open a door that is made of fine steel Seeing you two making love in the hay Dreams are hard to believe they are surreal I then smack your back and hear myself squeal, And you wake with a shocked look of dismay. Many hidden meanings does this conceal Dreams...

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Opened My Heart

Opened My Heart

My life was a mess, Then came lonelyness. I could make it on my own, but i didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t want just somebody to fill the gap, I wanted my heart to go pitter-pat. He came into my life like a gentle breeze, then he made me weak in the knees. We talked for hours before we met, then a greeting time was set. From the moments we spent together, My heart went pitter-patter. Logic tells me the time was too short, But my heart knows no logic of any sort. I opened my heart and let him in, and this is where it all begins. Poem Style – No Style Format / Poem Catagory – Love Written by Lady...

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