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Poems And Rhymes Of Our Times
Poems And Rhymes Of Our Times
Poems And Rhymes Of Our Times
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'Poems And Rhymes Of Our Times', is a book on life through the eyes of two vert different poets. Brian has seen much in life where as Megan see the world through newly opened eyes. Young and old, man and woman, you can't get a more unique collection of poems and rhymes that cover so many topics. It will be hard not to find something that will touch you, inspire you, or just make you laugh. Enjoy all.

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PublisherBrian Cecil
Release dateSep 3, 2015
ISBN9781516381005
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    Poems And Rhymes Of Our Times - Brian Cecil

    18 Lines Of The Common Cold

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    A stomachache, runny nose and a pounding head.

    A sneeze and a wheeze I wished I was dead.

    My forehead felt so red and so hot.

    They say it's a bug, that's what I have got.

    To bed I did go, with covers pulled up.

    Mom’s hot chicken soup, filling up my cup.

    Sleep I did seek, for a little relief.

    To end my discomfort, to end my grief.

    It was not to be, that night of peace.

    Of mom’s soothing liquid, my stomach did release.

    Up it came, like a Satanic scene.

    To paint the walls a sickly puke green.

    Once emptied out, I did so appeal.

    A bargain with God, I wanted a deal.

    The night it did pass, the sun came up bright.

    I won the battle; I won my fight.

    Off came the covers, I leapt like a fool

    Mom smiled at me, then sent me to school.

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    TOC

    A Child Out Of Time

    (From the Jack and the Giant P. I. series: The 3 Fate’s)

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    It was the night before Christmas, we all know the line.

    But in one girls home, not all was fine.

    Her name was Annette, an Immortal you see.

    Her job as her sisters to weave what would be.

    It was emotions that she should not have had,

    Yet in the back of her mind she really was glad.

    Centuries past centuries, she weaved lovers a dream.

    Of this too she wanted, so she started to scheme.

    It was Arthur, she’d been watching, a mortal and man.

    She wanted his love, so she made up a plan.

    To visit him while he slept in rest,

    To hold him, kiss him, that was her quest.

    What happened next, even the Fate’s did not know,

    For true love took them, and set them aglow.

    Passionate fires, did rage in their loin.

    Two shall be one, these lovers did join.

    An error of romance, this some would say.

    A mistake of the Fate’s on this fine Winters day.

    They did what they did, as lovers often will.

    All was quiet on that night, all was very still.

    Their baby was born without a life span.

    She was never intended, as part of the plan.

    So a curse was then placed, to mend the tear.

    And save all of time, Universe’s despair.

    Three hundred and seventeen years, time took to heal.

    With the help of two hero’s, they were part of the deal.

    Jack and Tiny, they were called by name.

    They saved an infant, as part of their fame.

    On this day you can rest, upon pillow and bed.

    Of devils and demons, those have all fled.

    Destruction was averted, and chaos you see.

    Of Jack and the Giant, a young girls life was set free.

    All is now quiet, all is now good.

    So sleep soundly my children, as I know you should.

    The future is out there, for those who care.

    Like a song on a trumpet, floating sofetly in the air.

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    A Childs’s Rhyme For Bedtime

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    Its nappy time, so here my rhyme.

    I want to go to bed.

    With eyes half closed, I’d like to doze.

    And rest my weary head.

    Moms kiss to me, of that I see.

    To ward away my fright.

    I think mom knows; I love her so.

    Sweet dreams for me tonight.

    I’ve no sin, God tuck me in.

    The sandman will guide my way.

    My day is done; I’ve had my fun.

    It’s time to rest this day.

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    A Cracked Case Solved

    (A Rocci Raccoon File)

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    Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall,

    But was his fall an accident at all?

    It was said in hushed whispers, there was something that stunk,

    But that turned out to be Pepe La Pew; La Pew was a skunk.

    A howl too was heard, just moments before,

    Followed by the bang, of a slamming door.

    The police searched the crime scene, gathering evidence and clues.

    When asked about suspects, they gave out no news.

    Humpty was in the hospital, under intensive care.

    His shell cracked open; his yoke lay bare.

    Doctor Doolittle work tirelessly, well into the night.

    He wrapped Humpty with Duct tape. What a pitiful looking sight.

    Yet the tape seemed to help and Humpty opened his eyes.

    The Big egg’s recovery, a complete surprise.

    The police question Mr. Dumpty, Can you tell us your tale?

    I think it was Jack and Jill, he said, for I was hit with their pail.

    Stunned were the police, for they knew Jack and Jill.

    They assumed they were at home, or maybe up the hill.

    Unconscious and tied up, both were found around noon.

    In the grass on the hill were a dish and a spoon.

    Their pail, it was missing, of that we all know.

    Having been used on Humpty’s head, striking a great blow.

    The kids were thus questioned. What happened to you two?

    It was some boy. They guessed unsure. Maybe Little Boy Blue.

    Boy Blue, the cops found, in his room playing his horn.

    Earlier he’d been with The Three Little Pigs eating corn.

    The detective in charge, his name, Rocci Raccoon,

    Considered all the evidence, like The Dish and The Spoon.

    Hmm, he then wondered. Was that sound heard a howl?

    Or, had it been a fake howl? A fake howl from a cow?

    The kids had an alibi. They were both squarely tied up.

    Boy Blue wasn’t at fault. He was with three pigs having Supp’.

    Back to Humpty, Rocci went. Are you sure who you saw?

    Well, maybe not exactly, for I’d taken a great fall.

    Tell me more, prodded the raccoon. Anything that you can.

    I saw two shapes, said the egg. One holding a ham, the other a pan."

    So who, Rocci pondered. Who likes eggs with their ham?

    He could only think of one. That was Sam I Am.

    An APB was put out, and our Sam was thus found.

    He was caught with a Laughing Little Dog, sitting by, on the ground.

    It seems he had an accomplice, for there too was The Cow.

    With nineteen boxes of Moon Pies, the cow more like a sow.

    Why’d you do it? asked Rocci. Try to pull off your scam.

    Sam sadly replied, Because I like eggs with my ham.

    The moral of this story... Well, I can’t think of one.

    This rhyme seems to be over. Yes, I think it is now done.

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    A Cry For Help

    (Another poem by Mzhyper and Pirate60)

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    I live in a void. Surrounded by many, yet no one is there.

    No one sees my tears; no one hears my shouts.

    How can one understand that which they cannot grasp?

    Do you hear voices when no one is there?

    Voices not your own yet inside you.

    Voices as individual as one person is to another.

    Voices that vie for control; control over me, over who I am.

    You cannot conceive the struggle I go though each day.

    A struggle with no pauses, no rest.

    A struggle 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

    Can you fathom a world of constant torment?

    Where thoughts of giving up is very real.

    I ask you; would you jump in to the sea to save a drowning person?

    If your life may very well be forfeited, would you do so anyways?

    That is me, I am he who is drowning; will you try to help me?

    To stay sane is like a battle that whole armies are not prepared to fight.

    So how can I win alone?

    Help me, understand me, be by me and care.

    Do whatever you can, for I am lost without you.

    I am lost now.

    Lost...

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    TOC

    A Dear Jane Letter

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    Dear (Jane)..., to my horror were the first words I read.

    It was the line that hit hardest, my heart it did dread.

    I love you so much, it went on to lie,

    The hurt magnified, I wished I would die.

    On I read, while the room spun around,

    My tears in a tissue, dropped onto the ground.

    But I met someone else, we hit it off well.

    The words there in ink had broken his spell.

    His mask fell away to reveal the beast,

    Its teeth ripping flesh, my heart it did feast.

    A rose in my vase had started to wilt,

    My heart turned as ice, a wall there was built.

    I ripped up the letter and put it to flame.

    Why had this happened? Was it me I should blame?

    I sat in the darkness, hearing the beat of my heart,

    With dreams of what once was, tearing me apart.

    Then a voice I did hear, it gave some advice.

    Do not let him win or you’ll pay a greater price.

    I see your pain, it said with much grief.

    But you will move on, this is my belief.

    "Keep safe your heart, behind your stone wall,

    But if you need a friend, you only need call."

    "This world we live in, has both good and bad,

    From a smile when you’re glad to a frown when you’re sad."

    "It’s the good and the bad, that make us all whole,

    Like the Yin and the Yang, make peace with your soul."

    When you are ready, it said, in a light friendly voice,

    The world will be brighter, please make the right choice.

    It will take some time, and I knew he was right.

    I’d be very cautious, but not give up the fight.

    I got off of the floor, now I’m standing quite tall.

    For I am worth more, than the beast ever saw.

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    A Different Lost

    (For Mzhyper)

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    They say I am strange, for the things I like best.

    I do things different, never following the rest.

    I am most happy, when I’m most lost.

    Of the things I discover, a dream but the cost.

    Wide is our world, so wild and free.

    My heart she savors, hear her call to me.

    Beauty is the grass there under my feet.

    Between garden blades, take I my seat.

    Small are the wonders, I see here and there.

    Alone I observe with not a single care.

    In the sky I do gaze upon cotton like mist.

    It falls to the Earth as a passionate kiss.

    In my soul I do wonder, as I sit on Gods stage.

    Why no one sits with me, giving up their small cage.

    For I, being lost, among such wondrous things.

    To complete mind and soul, like wedding rings.

    Be at peace my friends, for I’d rather be lost.

    Why not join me... So little is the cost.

    And, so great... The gain.

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    A Flight Of Fantasy

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    Let me take you on a trip, to the very heart of time.

    Where up is down, and might is right, and silence is the mime.

    Grasp my hand, and hold on tight, as we leap into a dream.

    Of Daffodil’s, and windowsill’s, and snowy drifts of cream.

    See laughing boys, and rainbow toys, sliding past the moon.

    And little girls, their hair in curls, with Daisies all in bloom.

    To see the sights, on these magical flights, between the beats of your heart.

    Where mind and soul, the young and old, neither one shall part.

    The night it wanes, the sun will rise, and the darkness turns to light.

    Back you’ll go, to your Earthly soul, of body, eyes, and sight.

    Remember me, Your Angel guide, between the ticks of time.

    Your dream is done, the magic and fun, and so endeth my rhyme.

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    A Fish Tail

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    It is my wish, to be a fish.

    Wouldn't that be cool?

    One of many, Angelfish

    All swimming in a school.

    I could roam the reefs,

    Eating seaweed and kelp.

    Watching out for sharks,

    Ready to cry for help.

    Today it would be play,

    I darted here and there.

    Maybe I'll go to the surface,

    For a breath of sea fresh air.

    Hey! What is that?

    Something shiny for me.

    It looks awfully tasty,

    I think I'll eat it and see.

    I snapped it up,

    As quick as a wink.

    I swallowed it whole,

    I didn't even think.

    I went to swim away,

    But came to a stop.

    My head jerked back,

    I heard my

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