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As I sit enjoying porridge
seeking words that rhyme with orange
thinking also of such a match for purple
laughter bubbles in peal and burbles

For we come upon a word
for which there is no rhyme,
silver is the culprit here; it takes up so much time.
The girl struggled so to rhyme with silver
she tried too hard, and you bet it killed her.

So let that be a lesson learned, as the burnished education turns,
for all we see and all we know, for all we dream and never show,
desire drives the blessed of burden, beasting best sported alone.
In the heights of time and glory, in the fields of aborning glory
In the stadia of the fruitful mind, stand tiny steps that alter time.

Each and so apportioned thus, the smile and the giver granted shares and plus,
to each the winded trail appears in tattered shreds of laughter's tears.
All you say is inside out, that the opposite is true there has never been doubt.
On your sleeve it wears too loud, in simple smiles of kindness find,
that all you sought and seek today, thrive inside all along the way.

The more you look to see what's there,
the more you'll receive when you get your share.
The more you pull to own, the more you grab to hold,
the less you count upon your floors,
when and if you have the luck to find that you've grown old.

Of all the water you test or taste, dipping in with tongue or toe,
Home is the one place, in all the world,
where they have to take you back.
So long since I knew what a home really is,
though many have tried so hard,
I lived to see your age, my dear, you can but hope you live to see mine.

A Champion To Find - Poem - Boulevard Of Excellence Poetry Collection

Climb into time and take your place
into history's call for your unique face
You've got the voice you've got the cares,
technology's power just add to your wares.

Ne'er afore, who knows wheretofore,
your toying and ploying have hardly led to more.
Supplanting, digressing, choosing and losing
all of those moments are tools to be using.

You know just what's wrong and you claim to be strong,
Heaven is moved when you bang on the Door.
The person who knows this best of all
has a face to be found on your mirrored wall.
Look to the one who asks most of all,
and you've found a new answer for the final law.

The queen of the air will tell us all
that the moment's arrived, all backs to the wall.
We don't need bombs and meaner bullets,
we'll win with bucks and cleaner ballots,
and unless your head is filled with shallots
you'll start swinging your financial mallets.

If it's national, don't buy it, cause you're sure to pay too much,
and you'll then turn to your neighbor's store, keeping it local, and such.

The queen of all the airwaves knows, she's our truthful contact,
and the citizen and parent who cares, can hear her social contract.
There are boys and girls, you know, who grow up disillusioned,
yet now and then we find a dandy, dissipating all confusion.

Tell the truth on good and bad, if a Democrat steals, he's to be fired, so sad.
In truth we know who's dirty, any politician who happens to be talking,
and on that Tuesday in November, make sure you send them walking.
Republican or Democrat, dirty is dirty is dirty,
so sorry, but your guy and gal is there too,
doing so little that's noble or worthy.
Throw them all out, all the bums up that way,
especially if they were on duty that day.

Fire every one so they know you don't play,
maybe the next batch won't have such feet of clay.
Fire them if they were under our pay,
failing to save us on 911day.
Never a counting of true accounting
the losses and lies just keep right on mounting.
if your need is so small that your soul is reposed
if your view of the wall is not whole, just suppose,
that you were next to go and fold,
wishing you'd heeded at least one who knows.

Everyone needs a champion, a heroine or tall, strong guy,
and why God chose this Brooklyn chick is more than I might know why.

But day after day, in between "best of" clips,
she still puts it to those shameless Dicks.

Dick Armey for owning two terraces too many,
Dick Cheney and love, well he hasn't got any.
Embarassing our nation again.
with each new deed
Erasing the values we cherish and value,

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