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Swampyville’s - “Seeds of the Unwanted”

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Fill in the below blanks with the following words or use your own words.

Arise, be, bless, die, flies, fly, gain, green, me, opportunity, pain, see, seen, tenderness.

Seeds of the Unwanted! By L. Don Oliver

Snow melts and the rain falls, Turning the fields to a lustered __; The life giving sun says good night, And the flickering stars are _;

A seed is planted, Young shoots __; An egg shell is broken, A young songbird __;

Alas, the unwanted in the womb, The future is not their's to _; They call out in great despair, "Who will cry for ";

For those of whom, Would not kill a ; Have no real pity, When the unborn ;

With every loss, Is someone's _; With every success, Is another's _;

For all that once was, And then ceased to ; They will never receive, Another new ___;

Thank you Heavenly Being, For your words that __; That welcome the unwanted, With love and _;

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Co*k Robin's Untimely Demise! By L. Don Oliver

Who killed Co*k Robin, So the old story goes; No one can really say, Cause, no one really knows;

The sparrow said he did it, But there is room for doubt, He was always a braggart, And just wanted to spout;

I did said the Alligator, And I want it understood, I clamped him into my mouth Then chomped him up real good;

The soaring bald eagle, Remarked as he flew by; I clutched him in my talons, Then I watched him die;

The icky sneaky snake said, While crawling through a hollow; I wrapped myself around him, Then took a great big swallow;

Oh! No! said the wren, You've got it all wrong; He expired right after, I crooned him a song;

Oh! Oh! Oh! screamed the big tall bear, He was where he wasn't supposed to be; So I rendered him a great big swat, And knocked him from my honey tree;

When a person is self centered, Everything they do is in fun; It was I who did in Co*k Robin, With my trusty "Red Ryder" BB gun;

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Swampyville’s - “Highway to Despair”

In that I no longer believe in the Democratic, Republican or the infiltrated Tea Party; but, still believe in the U.S. Constitution, I am now considered to be Un-American for my refusal to go along to get along!

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Fill in the below blanks with the following words or use your own words.

Believe, cloud, crowd, deceive, norm, rain, storm, vain.

Highway to Despair! By L. Don Oliver

Rust covered broken plow Painted over by a monetary now, Is what they constantly _; Nothing from nothing, Will beget something; Is what they wish us to _;

And the Highway to Despair, Continues!

If never to awake, To the tactics that they take, Blowing smoke into a __; The slight of hand tricks, The pain that it inflicts, Upon a programmed __;

And the Highway to Despair, Continues!

Will we ever take pride, Instead of seeking to hide, From the continuing __; No, we will acquiesce, To their final conquest, And always follow the _;

And the Highway to Despair, Continues!

Brave soldiers who did die, They lay there and cry, From the continuous _; Crying deep within their soul, For the loss of their goal; Their sacrifice was all in _;

And the Highway to Despair, continues!

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My Precious Beloved! By L. Don Oliver

Oh! my precious beloved, Together again we shall meet; Where shade covers the grass, Beneath our Old Oak discreet;

We will lie there together, And gaze up at the sky; Build cloud castles in the air, And watch the world go by;

Plucking the petals from a flower, "She loves me, she loves me not"; Some will say that is passe, But, to me it still means a lot;

I'll recite a tender poem. And you will act a little coy; With our aging hands entwined, We will revisit all our joy;

We will whisper sweet words of love, And try to hold back the tears; Then we will embrace each other, As we have through all the years;

We will not allow our yesterdays, To become but only a memory; For there is much in life to come. So many new things yet to see;

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Swampyville’s - “Father’s Day Tribute”

Father's Day Tribute! By L. Don Oliver

Many of children, go to bed; Nary a pillow, for their head; Making do, with what they've got; Fatherly affection, they have not; Mothers cry, alone each night; Hopes and dreams, far from sight; Two or three jobs, they daily go, What tomorrow brings, they never know; To the single mothers, I wish to say; Thank you all, on this Father's day;

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Swampyville’s - You’re the Poet - “Ten Morals”

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Believe, conceive, distress, life, me, perceive, possess, speak, strife, to, weak, you.

The Ten Morals: By L. Don Oliver

It is morally right to have, Faith for what you _; It is morally wrong to worship, What others deceitfully __;

It is morally wrong to assail others, Even the words we __; It is morally right to rest, On one day of each _;

It is morally right to honor parents, Even if there may be ___; It is morally wrong to purposely, Take someone else's _;

It is morally right to be honest, To the one you're committed ; It is morally wrong to take, That which doesn't belong to _;

It is morally wrong to utter untruths, For most it leads to __; It is morally wrong to be jealous, Of what others may _;

I've aways lived by the "Golden Moral", Of everything that I _; "To always do for others, What I wish them to do for _";

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Sunset of Our Being! By L. Don Oliver

The Sunset of Our Being, It is nearly at it's high; The memories from yesterday, Is tomorrow's sad goodbye;

Dreams that dared to be dreamed, Alas, they will never come true; Those dreams have been destroyed, By the political cunning few;

When twilight meets the night The dreams we use to share; They will all become passe, For those who chose not to care;

The graves of the patriotic ones, Today, they are all in disarray; They're gazing down from heaven above, As their Nation is being given away;

That day will eventually dawn, The Sunset of Our Being is nigh; When it will be too late to say, Where, oh! Where, was I;

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Swampyville’s - You’re the Poet - “Sunset of Our Being”

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Away, care, disarray, few, goodbye, high, I, nigh, share, there.

Sunset of Our Being! By L. Don Oliver

The Sunset of Our Being, It is nearly at it's _; The memories from yesterday, Is tomorrow's sad __;

Dreams that dared to be dreamed, Alas, they will never come _; Those dreams have been destroyed, By the political cunning ;

When twilight meets the night The dreams we use to __; They will all become passe, For those who chose not to _;

The graves of the patriotic ones, Today, they are all in _; They're gazing down from heaven above, As their Nation is being given ___;

That day will eventually dawn, The Sunset of Our Being is __; When it will be too late to say, Where, oh! Where, was _;

Has Memorial day become meaningless for those who have never served their Country?

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Ship of Memories! By L. Don Oliver

I see the ships, upon the far; As they race, to cross the bar; Full sails, billowing briskly there; No sailors regret, for those who dare; Phosphorus waves, gently being splashed; Flowering Main, pleading to be lashed; Disciplined crew, upon the deck; The valorous ones, that I respect; Never an all night in, they are alone; With their thoughts, ever drifting home; Eight peals sound, from the ships bell; signalling that, all is well; Lightening flashing, in the night; Scaring the darkness, into light; Flickering lanterns, upon their posts; Dancing shadows, of wandering ghosts; White horses building, a storm ahead; Ship ahull, awaiting the dread; Howling winds, prayers of return; Homeward bound, every sailor's yearn; The tempest line, they have crossed; There upon the bow, an albatross; In the ocean, a dolphin plays; Out where, King Neptune stays; Brave souls, venture out to sea; That is where, I long to be;

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Swampyville’s - You’re the Poet - “The American Horse”

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Appeared, bled, clay, dawned, despair, divest, doubt, down, ensnare, fled, horse, lay, made, out, paid. pawned, plan, quest, reared, scam, source, town.

The American Horse By L. Don Oliver

By destiny compelled, and in _; The people grew tired, of their _; Weary of the promises, they were _; And for the bounty, that they had ; So they said, to those who were in __; Together we must throw, the corrupted ones ; The people went forth, in their __; Of the unlistening ones, they would ; By Political pry, an object was ; A steed of monstrous height, soon __; It's sides were all masked, in watery ; There inside, is where the corrupted ; Secretly they plotted, it was their ; All the people of the town, they would _; When the object was raised, above the ; It crushed the walls, and they tumbled _; Off into the distance, the corrupted ; Leaving that town, they had thoroughly _; And when the event, of morning had ; That town's prosperity, had all been ; All this by design, for political fraud of ; So never trust their promises, nor admit their _;

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Unnatural! By L. Don Oliver

The little humble bumble bee, Upon a lovely rose it feeds; Then darts to another flower, To provide it what it needs;

The tree seed trickles down, Settling upon the ground a soak; And when time has passed, It becomes the mighty oak;

Two spotted winged mockingbirds, Doing a love dance in the sky; Soon both will built their nest, And then watch their offspring fly;

It's the intelligent humans, That endeavors to explore; Then defies Mother Nature, Whom they choose to ignore;

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Swampyville’s Political Rhymes - “Statue of Granite”

Slowly over time the politicians have been chipping away at that statue of granite we call the U.S. Constitution.
Why do we keep on replacing one parasite with another parasite?

The Statue of Granite! By L. Don Oliver

It once was a beautiful statue, It was gracefully standing there; And through all it's many years, It was giving love and care;

That Statue standing with great pride, With an unwillingness to conform; Deemed to be archaic and meaningless, By today's progressive swarm;

Now they are chipping it down, Rendering it into a pile of dust; Viewing it as a pathetic relic, Worthy of only their disgust;

The meaning for which it stood, Now ancient with out any charm; They are sculpturing a new one, That will cause them no harm;

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Swampyville’s - You’re the Poet - “My Heroes”

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Around, care, Dad, down, fame, names, sad, there.

My Heroes! By L. Don Oliver

Many times when I was young, Needing someone to _; When I would stumble and fall, They would always be __;

I had heroes in my life, Having neither fortune or _; I had heroes in my life, Who never called me __;

They never hit a home run, Or scored a winning _; They never made a free throw, Or kicked a soccer ball __;

I had heroes in my life, Who lifted me when I was ; I had heroes in my life, My Mom and my ;

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To Be An American! By L. Don Oliver

Do you pray to your God, When you're down on one knee; Give thanks to those who died, So that you could remain free;

Do you tell your family every day, "You love them", especially your mate; Do you help someone who's in need, With their struggle with fate;

Do you hold a hand over your heart, When the stars and stripes go by; Do you sing the Star Spangled Banner, With a grateful tear in your eye;

Your life, fortune, and sacred honor, Do you pledge all these to give; For your family to be free from want, As long as they shall live;

Did you swear an oath, Should your nation fall; You will always be ready, To answer it's call;

Were you born in this country, Or legally come from other foreign lands; Do you understand the Constitution, And all the responsibilities that it demands;

Do you obey the established law, Whether you agree with it or not; Do you work within the system, And give it your best shot;

Do you vote in every election, And never cheat the tax Man; If so, you've earned the right, To be called; "An American";

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