david lessard Poems

Ma, everybody celebrates your day, the day of your birth,
The fireworks light up the night, every soul filled with mirth.
You were a Yankee Doodle Dandy, a yankee doodle dandy Gal,
The woman of the year, seventy-eight times in a row -
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Jazz on a summer's night,
Swinging sounds of joy,
the moon, bouncing in its flight.
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The poet is a writer,
for want of better things to do-
He/she composes rhymes and prose,
and then sends them on to you.
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Money honey...that's what I want...

In this age of buying and selling,
Is there something, they're not telling?
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Must you be so warm and lovely?
Must you be so sweet and kind?
You drive me to distraction...
and meddle with my mind.
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I am not dead,
Just gone away;
Like a vacation,
I'm back to stay.
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Love is a fragile thing,
Love on a broken wing,
Heart on a spiral, down,
Smiles like a saddend clown.
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Where were you, when I needed you?
Where were you, when I suffered pain?
Where were you, when cold winds blew?
Where were you, when I went insane?
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From all nations they come; hopeful, excpectant, full of dreams of greatness.
Their bodies are honed to perfection, their minds geared to extra fine sharpness.
For some, it is all over in scant seconds, for others, it is measured in minutes, and for still others, it may well consist of hours or days.
They run, they jump, they soar and glide with majestic beauty.
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I thought I could make it on my own,
Now I realize, it isn't true;
Now I give it up to you,
What troubled me, you always knew.
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