Guilty or not Guilty
That is the Question
Whether it is best to admit the crime
Or have me found guilty by trial
Is not the answer
To exonerate me from the wrongs that have been wrought by me
Upon the multitudes that I know intimately
Would... – by Walt Sisikin | 2 Views added 5 months ago
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Halloween
Another Halloween, a special day indeed
It is scary, it is special, it is sweet and yet the advice meted out we don’t heed
Such is our spirit, to listen to what other people say
Is not for us to obey
On this special day, we must be... – by Walt Sisikin | 7 Views added 6 months ago
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Monday, a day of work
Some people like it, others smirk
What is there to like?
I get up early in the morning, eat breakfast then jump on my bike
It takes an hour of pedaling hard
This is the only way to take off the lard
Pedal and pedal... – by Walt Sisikin | 4 Views added 8 months ago
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We work and work and work
What else shall we do?
We are made for work, not hullabaloo
Quietly, we enter our offices in the morning
Drink coffee to wake up, so that we can hear our boss’s scorning
Bosses are never happy, they always want more... – by Walt Sisikin | 2 Views added 8 months ago
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Summer is nice and the beach is the place to be
Such nice warm sand the water is warm, company is nice
Plenty of nice people to see
Big beaches are the best, where one can lay out without crowds and feel like you are in a vise
In summer the sun... – by Walt Sisikin | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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Summer is nice and the beach is the place to be
Such nice warm sand the water is warm, company is nice
Plenty of nice people to see
Big beaches are the best, where one can lay out without crowds and feel like you are in a vise
In summer the sun... – by Walt Sisikin | 1 View added 9 months ago
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So, Little Johnny though that he was a poet
Except, the rhymes were not his and he didn’t know it
The rhymes were originally his dad’s, out of his dad’s mouth they came
Little Johnny only listened, wrote them down and considered them his, just... – by Walt Sisikin | 5 Views added 9 months ago
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So, Little Johnny though that he was a poet
Except, the rhymes were not his and he didn’t know it
The rhymes were originally his dad’s, out of his dad’s mouth they came
Little Johnny only listened, wrote them down and considered them his, just... – by Walt Sisikin | 3 Views added 9 months ago
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I took the week off work and went fishing the whole time, the whole week
The first day off work I felt like I was doing something wrong, I felt meek
I had some friends go with me, on my boat
We traveled for about an hour and a half to get to... – by Walt Sisikin | 42 Views added 9 months ago
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Poetry Contest
I once entered a poetry contest and lost
I thought the poem was good, that I would be able to boast
My friends supported my opinion about the poem, it was great, it was the best
The poem was submitted with such certainty and hope
... – by Walt Sisikin | 18 Views added 2 years ago
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Snow
It snows and it snows
When it will stop, no one knows
Today, it was one foot
Tomorrow, maybe two
Get out the shovel, clean a path to the front door
Because we don’t know how much snow we’ll get, how much more
Where shall we put the... – by Walt Sisikin | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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Sleep
Once upon a time
As I tried to write this rhyme
Nothing came of it
Because it was late
My head was muddled and was not for it
To expand such energy in the evening at such rate
It’s best to close your eyes and get some sleep
So that in... – by Walt Sisikin | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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