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Carole Duet Poem
It’s almost time and I must run
to watch/read Poetry Soap for fun.
It comes on every day at this time
and I don’t want to miss a single rhyme.
Some are about a long-lost lover
written by a secret poet undercover.
Some are about jealousy and some about trust
with rhyming lines filled with lust.
Competition is part of their game
with bards and musicians hiding their name.
They covet a prize and praise galore
laid at their feet and virtual door.
But when Poet A falls in love with Poet B
you can bet there’ll be flaming words from Poet C.
Or when Poet D gets Poem of the Day
Poet E will have something to say.
Sometimes it’s fun to read the rhymes of hate
whenever I can’t sleep and stay up late.
Battles of wits,
Poets who have fits,
Some who sing,
Some who sting.
Magical flights to lands of old
written with passion and pens of gold.
But it’s the humble ones I adore
whose words are pure, their egos left at the door.
Each episode an unending story
with poets and their pets seeking glory.
It’s addicting like dope.
I don’t want to miss today’s episode of Poetry Soap.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 9/26/2017
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Wrinkles and gray hair
get me in a rage
and I say to myself,
“Why don't you act your age!"
My poor aching feet
remind me to wear sensible shoes
but these black stilettos
take away the blues.
.
I wear glasses to see
but they're tinted green
and make me look
cool and mean.
I have a million pills to swallow
and sometimes I think my head is hollow.
I forget my keys, my purse and my coat.
Where in the hell did I put that remote?
Once I was so limber
I could touch my toes
but I refuse to talk
about my ills and woes.
When pouring the tea
if my hands shake
I simply say,
"Another earthquake!"
What was I thinking
When I bought that new car?
My old one was fine.
It just couldn’t go far.
I’d go on a trip
if it weren’t for my hip.
Maybe I'll give up drinking.
Well, I’ll just take a sip.
Okay, I’ll take my pills
for all my ills.
I’ll take a walk around the block
but I will not wear those damn compression socks!
Well, I guess I’ll hang in there
as long as I can
just to see my grands
build castles in the sand.
I'll exercise each day
while in my head I’ll say,
“I still feel like I’m only twenty-five.
Thank God, it’s great to be alive!”
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 6/20/2020
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When I see the moon, I think of you.
When the flowers bloom I think of you
but with the rain my teardrops fall.
If only I could have given my all.
I would have been the happiest dreamer
that ever dreamed a dream.
The sun would shine
if only you could have been mine.
I would have danced all the time
and sang a song of love to you
that to no one else
I could ever do.
Instead a hymn to God I sing of thanks and praise
that He my dead heart did raise
and for a little while I was aglow
with love I thought I’d never know.
But alas, sometimes I give in and grieve,
my feelings on my sleeve.
Heartaches and blood seeping through
my skin so thin.
And I pray forgiveness
for this sin
of nursing the pain
I should hold within.
But because I loved you so
I knew I had to let you go.
I will always be blessed
by the day you came my way
and loved me too
like no one else could ever do.
So, my dear.
Do not fear.
I will always be here
thinking of you
and seeing your face
that from my mind I can’t erase.
I just pray to God to please be kind and next time ‘round
we’ll be born on the same blessed ground.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet; Copyright: 6/11/2018; “All Rights Reserved”
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Silvery silhouettes shine from the moon
On this hallowed night amidst urban glow.
Moments like this always fading so soon
When east meets west and our energies flow.
Watching the stars touch the blackness behind,
We discover the universe above,
As its light penetrates deep in our minds,
So do our hearts open up to its love.
The mysteries of the heavens we see.
The purity of the light from the sky,
The universe shines for you and me
With peace and quiet love for you and I.
In my west starlight shines down on the earth
While in your east sunlight starts a rebirth.
A Collaboration by: White Wolf and Carole Duet
Copyright: May 2017
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Tender thoughts
Of you each day,
Upon a bed of dreams I lay.
Can you feel me when I call?
Here’s my heart, take it all.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2017
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Long poems are for the birds!
They have just too many words.
I like ‘em short and sweet,
Like something axiomatic that I can “tweet”.
Poems that appeal to people who are real,
Not some long spiel.
Long poems leave me cold.
By the time you’ve finished them you’re old!
“Keep it simple, stupid” is my motto.
Altruistically speaking, I’m not trying to win the Word Lotto.
Long words too with hidden meanings
Are for people with intellectual leanings.
I’m on a word diet.
My asseveration is: Get rid of the fat words and try it.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 4/5/2018
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I'm my own best friend.
We almost always agree
on colors and clothes and things like trees.
We like the same food
like ice cream and such,
But sometimes we really eat too much.
And it's true,
we may argue over what to do,
Whether to go shopping and buy new shoes,
or to save our money for a trip,
I have to admit,
when that happens a curse word may slip.
I might say, "Damn! I want that dress."
But she says, "Hell no! You know your checkbook's a mess!"
So even though we love how that sexy dress fits,
I know she's right and the argument quits.
But sometimes we both get our way,
like when we sleep late, drink wine or play.
And even though we must decide on red or white,
both taste so good we don't end up in a fight.
So if you can just like yourself like me,
you'll be content with someone who usually agrees.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Aug. 6, 2016
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IF I WERE AN ELEPHANT
If I were an elephant I'd remember all kinds of things
like where to find juicy trees and nice cold springs.
I'd jump in the water and roll in the mud.
And I'd spray my trainer named Bud.
It would be such fun to splash and blow my trunk,
maybe blow a tune.
I'd remember each note.
And I'd like to take a ride in a boat.
We'd sail and I'd wave to the kids on the shore.
They would be amazed at my talent
and shout for more.
And I'd use my big ears to fly.
I'd take off and hit the sky.
I'd fly above the circus tent
and everyone would see
how smoothly I can swoop down
over the trees.
But I'm not an elephant.
I'm stuck on the ground.
I can't blow a sound.
And I don't like mud.
But I do like water and I know I should
go back to the circus and see my friend, Bud.
Copyright: Dec. 10, 2016
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Humpty Trumpty sat on a WALL.
Humpty Trumpty had a great fall.
And all of his lawyers and billionaire friends
Couldn't put Trumpty together again!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2017
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Love is that enticing roller coaster ride we just can’t resist,
and no matter the danger we stubbornly persist.
It scares and excites us all at the same time.
It’s a feeling totally sublime.
We relish its many new thrills
but we cry when it suddenly chills.
Yet we’ll happily buy another ticket
and run to it lickety-splicket.
We never ever tire of its heavenly bliss,
craving its passionate kiss
as it makes our hearts beat faster and faster,
'til it has become our Master.
Yes, love is the ride of a lifetime
and worth every single dime.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 3/2/2019
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