Poeatreeman' Thoughts

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    @To Hardcore Pawn For the Ballot Voting between Bush&Gore

    CHAD! YOU SWUNG THE VOTE

    I Voted
    For Chad
    And I
    Was Bushed

    I Tried To Vote
    And Gored
    My Finger

    I Could
    Not Find
    The Punch
    I Made

    I Guess
    I Left It
    In My Hand

    Now I Know
    Where
    My Vote Went

    I Made
    My Impression
    When I Voted
    For Chad

    The Only
    Problem
    He Dropped
    To The Floor

    He Was
    So Impressed
    I Cast
    My Vote

    Now They’re
    Picking Him Up
    Off The Floor

    Not Counting
    On Him
    Anymore

    He Took
    A Position
    Only He
    Would Make

    To Stand
    On His
    Ground
    Firmly
    In Place

    There Were
    Many Chad’s
    Left In
    The Race

    Others
    Were In
    A Family
    Way

    Waiting
    For Dimple
    To See
    Them Through

    He
    Was Not Open
    To The View

    Counting
    On Him
    To Come
    On Out
    He Was
    Last
    To Know

    He
    Landed
    Far Behind
    The Race

    After All
    Of This,
    He
    Was Bushed
    And Gored

    Who
    Would Want
    To Do
    It Again?

    To Cast
    Your Vote
    And Be
    Counted More?

    The Winner!
    Who Else
    Who is
    Pushing
    For More

    Bush wins
    and I
    get Gored.

    A Poeatreeman
    From The Book
    A Play of Words

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    11/19/2opyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

    POEATREEMANAugust 29, 2010 at 3:56 PM
    I AM AFRAID TO USE A HAMMER

    FOR IT WOULD LEAVE A MARK.

    I DON'T WANT TO HIT

    DIMPLE ON THE HEAD

    I MAY KNOCK HIM OUT

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    Remember 9/11

    Less we Forget ,
    Sorry will remind us once more.

    I Cannot Forget
    For my Birthday comes next 70 I will be

    Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    9/10/2013
    Copyright@2013

    TRIBUTE’S TO FIREMEN, WHO HAVE HONORED US ALL
    THEY STAND THEIR GROUND, IN SPITE OF THE COST

    LADDER TO HEAVEN

    The FIREMEN
    Were Climbing
    The Stairs
    To Hell
    Little
    Did They Know
    It
    Was Their Ladder
    To Heaven.

    They Went
    Through Hell
    To Help Us All
    They
    Showed Courage
    In The Face of it All.

    The POLICEMEN,
    The FIREMEN
    Who
    Sacrificed Their Lives
    The EMS
    Who
    Made Their Calls
    They
    Gave Their Best
    To Save Them All.

    Now
    We Are Left
    With Tears to Fall

    How
    Do We Say
    Good-bye
    When the Heart
    Cries Out With Sorrow?
    We Pray to God
    Ask Him
    To Help the Hour.

    A Tribute To
    Our Public Servants
    We must Honor
    Them
    Each
    and Every Day
    Not
    Just When
    Disaster
    Strikes the Hour.

    To the People
    of New York,

    To the People
    of Charleston, S..C.

    To The Firemen
    Lost
    who suffered all cost
    I pray Heaven
    is the last place
    you’ve climbed

    THEY HAVE SUFFERED ONE OF THE GREATEST HOURS 9/11/01

    A Poeatreeman

    May God Be
    The Fireman
    Who
    Rescues Me

    I
    Pray
    He is on Call
    Every Hour

    I
    Need
    Him For Life

    To
    Keep
    The Fires
    From
    Consuming
    My Soul

    I
    Need Not
    Burn
    The Roads

    I
    May
    Catch Fire
    Before
    I Am Old

    Who
    Then
    Will
    Receive
    My Soul?

    Edgar Allan Prieto
    9/16/2001

    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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    Thunder may not
    grow the Flowers

    Yet it alerts us
    to the Storm

    The Rain
    is not any softer

    When it beats
    The Flower down.

    Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    8/29/2013
    Copyright@2013

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    The Moment I get Angry

    Patience Flees

    Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    8/28/2013
    Copyright@2013

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    PARA PHRASE

    PATIENCE IS NOT
    A BITTER FRUIT

    ONLY THOSE,
    WHO CANNOT WAIT

    FOR ITS RIPENESS.

    FOR THE SWEETNESS,
    LIES IN THE WAIT.

    KEEP PACE WITH LIFE,
    THAN PATIENCE

    WILL WALK WITH YOU.

    TIME MOVES
    AT ITS OWN PACE.

    HURRY NOT INTO FATE.
    FOR DEATH IS ALWAYS

    HERE TO WAKE.

    SO GIVE IT REST
    UNTIL ITS TIME

    ENJOY THE MOMENTS,
    YOU HAVE NOW

    Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    8/28/2013
    Copyright@2013

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    Humor

    This is utter nonsense

    How about the utter

    Milk anyone ?

    Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    8/28/2013
    Copyright@2013

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    God Serves Best
    When you are Right
    His Truth
    Will give you Everlasting Life

    Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    8/28/2013
    Copyright@2013

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    The Length of Patience
    Can only be
    Measured by Time
    Do not use a Yardstick
    For you will be out of Time

    Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    8/27/2013
    Copyright@2013

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    TO outils referencement

    HISTORY IS WRITTEN ONCE
    YOU CANNOT CHANGE ITS LINES

    ONCE EVENTS HAPPEN
    HISTORY RECORDS THE LINES.

    NO STROKE CAN CHANGE IT
    NO MAN CAN REARRANGE IT

    IT STANDS THE TEST OF TIME

    YOU CANNOT CHANGE GOD'S LINE

    THEY WERE WRITTEN BEFORE OUR TIME.

    POEATREEMAN
    EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
    9/9/2013
    Copyright@2013

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    Humor

    Never lose your Head
    Over a Woman
    For She'll have two.

    Poeatreeman
    Edgar Allan Prieto
    8/27/2013
    Copyright@2013