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Swampyville’s - “Whoo-Whoo”!

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Die, do, do, eat, feat, find, fine, goodbye, heart, knife, life, line, line, smart, whoo, whoo.

"Whoo-Whoo"! By L. Don Oliver

We all called him "Whoo-Whoo", No purer person you will ever _; Every morning we would gather, To watch him chugging down the _;

Every morning we would pump our fists, Like little children are oft to ; He would pull his imaginary whistle chain, Then go, "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo", "whoo-__";

"Whoo-Whoo" was a slow learner, And he wasn't very __ One thing that he did possess, Was a great big loving __;

The little money he made, From clearing vacant lots, To him that wasn't a great _; Each morning he would buy bread, For all the little birds, And the small animals to ;

One day a small child, Fell into a raging river, Running through a biting rain, That cut like a sharpened __, With no thought of himself, "Whoo-Whoo" jumped into that river, Swam to that little child, And save that baby's _;

"Whoo-Whoo" was still mortal, He had every thing to live for, And he didn't want to ; The last seen in his existence, He was flowing down the river His hand up, waving __;

They found "Whoo-Whoo" a few days later, There was nothing any one could ; Some say that off in the distance, They heard a "whoo-whoo", "whoo-whoo", "whoo-__";

I know that "Whoo-Whoo" is now, With God in heaven and that He is doing just _; For each morning the angels, All gather together to watch, "Whoo-Whoo", chugging down the _;

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Time to Sweep! By L. Don Oliver

There's a time to be awake, There's a time to sleep; There's a time to clutter, There's a time to sweep;

There's a time to reap, There's a time to weep; either, Among the wolves, Are among the sheep;

The sheep will Bleat, The wolves will howl; while, The Special Interests, Steal your crying towel;

There is no difference, Between the left and right; They'll take all you have, With great delight;

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Swampyville’s - “In The Sweet Along My Way”!

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Abide, bait, before, breeze, bring, by, delight, dream, flight, flow, fly, goodbye, high, knee, more, reverie, seize, sing, slow, stream, tide, today, wait, way.

In The Sweet Along My Way! By L. Don Oliver

In the sweet along my way, Reliving memories of the _; In the once, long, long ago, Who could wish for anything _;

Fishing upon the bank, Of a lazy flowing ___; No thoughts of tomorrow, Relaxing within my __;

An old cracked cane pole, Resting gently upon my _; Thoughts of the now, Lost in my __;

The ripple upon the stream. Created by a gentle blowing ___; Sun dancing upon the water, The moment was mine to __;

Sounds of a singing wren, Bass splashing with _; A solitary soaring eagle, Upon it's effortless __;

A greenish blue crab, Drifting along with the _; A turtle upon a fallen tree, It's there that it will __;

A majestic blue Heron, Wading in the shallows _; Right there where all, The smaller fish will _;

A family of Mallards, Gracefully paddling ; Soon they will join others, Upon their Northern _;

A catfish beneath the water, Swimming swiftly upon it's ; Saying to no one in particular, "You'll not catch me __";

Time passes, oh! so quickly, In life it will never _; Guess its time to go, For, I forgot the _;

The descending Sun is yawning, The Moon soon will be _; Time to gather up my gear, And tell all my friends __;

Many love ones are in heaven, There, where the Angels _; While I'm still upon my journey, I will cherish all that life will ___;

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The "New Age" Hunter! by L. Don Oliver

My abduction from reality, By an unforeseen force; Abhorrent desires instilled, Upon my selfish course;

Tracking unsuspecting prey, Pursuing through its domain; Eventing upon its misery, Its eternal sleep for gain;

Tracking "Thumper" through the woods, Was no great thrill to mind; "Flower" stinks to high heaven, No! its "Bambi" and his kind;

Desirous of a trophy prize, Greediness to devour it all; Admiring that creatures head, When mounted upon my wall;

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Swampyville’s - “The Lantern’s Glow”

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One night while driving with my wife by an old family cemetery, I saw a flickering light and remarked to her that a ghost must be on the prowl. She replied; "oh! No!, that's an elderly woman who's husband recently died. She visits his grave every night and sits by it and talks to him". That night when we got home, I wrote the outline for the following poem.

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Again, blows, care, done, fright, gone, home, known, last, night, one, one, past, rain, roam, there.

The Lantern's Glow By. L. Don Oliver

Comes a light through the forest, Preying nocturnal creatures __; Their eerie shadows are dancing, But, she doesn't seem to _;

In the city of the vaulted, Where ghosts and goblins _; A place that, soon one day, She will call her _;

The glow from her lantern, Upon her journey each __; Through the maze of the departed, Extinguishes her darkened ___;

Many dreams have come, And many dreams have _; Through all these years, He was her only ;

She treasures all the moments, Together, they held _; Alas, life is so fleeting, Pleasured moments never _;

Silent words are spoken, Unto her cherished ; Soon she will join him, When life's tasks are _;

The snow gathers around her, But, deep in her heart she __; Nothing seems to dismay her, As the cold wind __;

The winds begin to dwindle, The snow turns to frozen _; The only reality that sustains her, That she, will be with him __;

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Bouquet of Life! by L. Don Oliver

A bouquet of flowers held gently, Gathered at mornings early bright; Placed in a pretty slender vase, Reflecting loves special light;

Flowers caressed so tenderly, By beads of trickling dew; Beautiful petals of life, Unfolding shades of hue;

Honeybees flitting to and fro, pollinating flowers, each and everyone, Oblivious to the morning mist, And the rising life giving sun;

Scented flowers of every dream, Leads to what fate proposes; Life really concerns me not, For I, paused to smell the roses;

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Swampyville’s - “Greed”!

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Bar, cast, far, flow, glow, God, past, sad.

Greed! by L. Don Oliver

The labyrinth of my Life, That has ensued thus this ___; Gives no reasons for excuse, When I stand before the bar;

Ghostly eerie creatures dancing, Echos from a pretentious _; Gives rise to the truth, Of the shadows that I've _;

The candle of my being, Is flickering in its _; There will come that day, When it will cease to _;

If ever my never comes, Inter history beneath the ; Shed no tears for yesterday, Render my final fate unto ;

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Stella Louise! by L. Don Oliver

I've never seen the antelope play, Or been where the eagles fly; Felt the warmth of a campfire, Or heard the lonely wolf cry;

I've never seen a beautiful rainbow, Or heard a church bell ring; Never in the darkness of night, Heard a sweet songbird sing;

I've never felt wind upon my face, Or a gentle rain falling down; Never walked upon fresh fallen snow, When it blanketed the ground;

I've never seen a green forest, Or heard a lovely prose; Never paused for a moment, To smell the scented rose;

I've never seen a rambling brook, Or heard the children at play; Never walked along the beach shore, On a bright sun shining day;

I've never seen a mountain high, Or strolled the lush valley below; Never smelled a cultivated field, Or watched the flowers grow;

I've never seen a deep blue sky, Or walked in the morning mist; None of these things have I done, For me they would never exist;

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Swampyville’s - “Painting the Silent Night”

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Around, bird, blue, by, card, clash, dance, day, delight, flash, fled, flow, found, glow, grace, heard, hue, night, night, red, romance, shown, sight, sky, space, star, unknown, way.

Painting the Silent Night! By L. Don Oliver

The, little falling _, left it's, calling ; Glowing, in the __, bright, bright, my _; Luminous stars, in their , eternally parading, deep in ; A golden moon, sauntering , pursuing the stars, across the ; A flock of geese, upon their _, lit up by, the full moon's _; Puffy white clouds, upon their , perhaps they'll visit, on another ; The Milky Way's, spiraling __, two lovers lost, in deep _; Paint brush, all dipped in , wondering where, Mars has _; Rings of Saturn, spinning , no lovelier sight, to be ; Coloring a far away, lightening __, Venus and the moon, about to ; Between the eyes, of the __, darkened spaces, of the _; Palette filled, in shades of _, colors changing, with every ; Never a sound, to be , save the tune, of a singing _; Such was, my grandest , while painting, the silent __;

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Path to Destruction! By L. Don Oliver

On a path of least resistance, No matter where it would lead; Aware of only the moment, Never caring what I would seed;

Life was in the fast lane, Spiraling out of my contain; Easier to fault everyone else, Never to accept any blame;

Of those who really cared, Mattered not much to me; A one way path to destruction, Is where I chose to be;

I have kissed the devil, Experienced the false desire; Dwelt in the canyons of hell, Consumed by the raging fire;

No thought of pain caused, Dismissed the wise man's cry; Doomed to eternal solitude, Questioning the reason why;

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Swampyville’s - “Seeds of the Unwanted”

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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 - “Lindsey”

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Breeze, could, cry, eye, floor, goes, more, old, seise, should, toes, told.

Lindsey! By L. Don Oliver

She's the beautiful ballerina, Pirouetting around the _; A crowd of one stands and cheers, Then he screams for _;

Dancing the Swan Lake, Like no other __; Performing all the movements, That a lovely ballerina ___;

Her arms fluttering gently, As she glides upon her _; Marveling at the magic, As around and around she _;

Her tiny little skirt swaying, Like a gentle morning ___; The glory of the moment, Is all she wants to __;

Excuse me for a moment, To wipe a tear from my ; Her performance was so beautiful, That it may me ;

Of course there's pride within me, Pride to always be _; This beautiful ballerina is my grand-daughter, Lindsey is seven years ;

Lindsey is now seventeen.

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Wasted Chances! By L. Don Oliver

Sacrificing, of the heart, Flowered gardens, far apart; Wilting down, to vacant row, There again, to never grow; Superficial, life has been, Wasted youth, that was misspent; Fertile fields, to my dismay, Never again, to come my way; Memories, none to share, When there is, no one there;

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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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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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