Poems for MySpace

Woke early one morning,
the earth lay cool and still,
when suddenly a tiny bird,
perched on my window sill,
it sang a song so lovely,
so carefree and so gay,
that slowly all my troubles,
began to slip away,
it sang of far off places,
of laughter and of fun,
it seemed his very song,
brought out the morning sun,
I pulled back the covers,
and crept slowly out of bed,
and gently shut the window,
and crushed his freaking head,
I’m not a morning person

In the room across the hall
Sitting on his bland oak chair
Sat Ned, the most popular of all
Among the other students there
Writing quietly with an intent stare.

He wrote to the one whom he cherished
With confidence in his pen
But suddenly that confidence perished
He had heard a noise just then
Like a lion pacing in his den.

He placed his feet flat on the floor
And gripped the wrinkled paper fast
And heard the squeak of the door
As the Teacher sternly asked
That up front the paper be passed.

The situation went from good to scary
His face turned a striking red
Like a freshly picked strawberry
The students whispered, ‘Go on, Ned’
The teacher insisted that the note be read.

As Teacher scanned the crinkled sheet
Her face was strained and aglow
And read from Ned’s horrible feat
‘Dear Clarice, I must know,
Will you date me, yes or no?’

In the room across the hall
Sitting on his bland oak chair
Sat Ned, the most popular of all
Among the laughing students there
Making excuses with an embarrassed stare.

A scream shot through the frigid air
In Fairbanks by the street
Two moose together by the road
Just one was on its feet

The parents covered children’s eyes
So that they couldn’t see
The cops arrived but far too late
The moose began to flee

A prize for if you find the moose
Was promised to the peeps
For Fairbanks had a special law
Moose can’t screw in the streets

All down the road the moose were chased
Escaping at the end
But right away the cops showed up
And flew around the bend

The sound of shots rang through the air
The cops had acted fast
The guns had finished firing
That moose had humped his last

A scream shot through the frigid air
In Fairbanks by the street
Two moose together by the road
Just one was on its feet

I Open My Windows and What do I See?
More Windows Waiting for Me.
I Open and Close
With the Click of My Mouse
And Watch the Whole World
From Inside My House
Explore Windows and ME

Sometimes my homework is small
Sometimes my homework is long
But whenever i do my homework
My homework is always wrong

Sometimes I do my homework at a slow pace
Sometimes I do my homework in the fast lane
But however I do my homework
my homework is still a pain

Sometimes my homework is easy
Sometimes my homework is hard
But whenever i can’t do my homework
I feel like a retard

Spectacular!
Today is Monday,
You’re off to that dreaded place,
5 days a week you spend here,
You’ll never escape!

You have your books,
You have your brain,
When the day is through,
It’ll be in a lot of pain,
And you have your friends,
Some good and some great,
But talk to them too much and you’ll be late.

Keep your grades up though and watch with care,
Someday you’ll look at colleges and say I want to go there,
So with your head full of knowledge and shoes full of feet,
If you let it, school can help you accomplish any feat!

Oh money-tree oh money-tree
Oh leprechaun were are thee
I only see mountains of unpaid bills
No extra’s to satisfy my thrills

Oh money-tree oh money-tree
Oh wealthy man were are thee
I’m tired of my penny-road
I’ll even kiss a ugly toad

In hope of fortune and a handsome prince
Oh money-tree…please…just a hint

The money is the Planet’s Wheel.
Into the mud the money binds the human’s Will. The money is Survival’s drill.
The money diggs in our heart relations dirt, or Separation, which is “emotion’s bill.” The money is the dust.
With money covered our Life and Path. Sometimes, the money serves (in stead of oil) as “Diplomatic honey.”
The money gives the Power to sinner and to swami. The money is the NEED.
Without money we are the Soul’s zero, “Human’s meat” indeed. We wish the money night and day.
The whisper ‘money’ make us forget the smile; blessing of pundit, the pray. The money is the Dream: “The Golden Moon”
Without money we are in Life useless wave: “balloon.” Conclusion:
“Without money, I am the sand on Ocean’s shore,”
concluded Poem “Golden Moon”- the Poet Lebishor.

Money can buy everything for you
Except to make someone to really love you

If you go out to buy love with your money
You better know, money is the reason, she is selling her body

She may like you for your money
But, when it comes to the real love, she could be someone else’s honey

As long as you got the money, she will stick with you
But when you run out of money, she comes up with excuse to leave you

It doesn’t matter you dead or alive
Money is the one that let you have her “love”

Don’t get confused between word love and like
They don’t mean the same, even though they sound alike

Remember, money just buys her physical body, not her mind
If you want to win her heart, you better treat her nice and be kind

Let’s hope money will never buy the love
Otherwise, that’s end of the romance and nice feeling and all the songs and movies will be made and all the books will be written about story of the love

The praises of moneyed people many like to sing
And though money is quite important it cannot buy everything
Those with very poor health money cannot enjoy
That is something I learned as a very young boy
The great lure of money so many pursue
And that money speaks every language happens to be true
But the Reaper with his scythe any life does not spare
The Reaper of lives does claim the life of the billionaire
And though money can buy one friends as well as esteem
Money cannot buy one happiness or so it does seem
Though lack of money too can make one unhappy and as everyone know
That money on bushes and trees does not grow
And though money of course can buy one a good time
Lack of it can lead one to jail the price of serious crime.